A common car but an uncommon girl
7:30 meant two different things to us
but I barely minded
goddamn
the joy I'd get
seeing that blacked-out car
pull up
was indescribable
we'd finish date nights in there
with interlocked hands
dancing lips and
contorted bodies
moulding to the length of the backseats
feet against windows
her head rested upon me
and I'd stare out the condensated windows
to get a glimpse of the moonlight
but couldn't find it
yet somehow her eyes
pierced the night
and my heart
when she looked up at me
as I skated gentle fingers along her jawline.
This heavenly car I'd think to myself
I don't want to go home
I want to stay here
for the rest of my life
saturated in silence
that sheathed us like wool
we didn't need conversation
her presence
and this vulnerable affection
had put its hooks in me
the way she'd cross stitch in her spare time
one of her immeasurable talents
Like all wonderful things
our nights came to an end
and more than once
they ended with blue and red lights
blazing the rearview mirror
those sacred parking lots had a curfew
"you can't be here at this hour"
we lost track of time
time didn't exist with her
only without her
it's the only way I can tell time now
I didn't want the night to be over
I’d open her door
admiring the stickers she placed
on her door panel
area code of her hometown
an anatomical heart
I remember it like yesterday
and I'd sit on her car door sill
just for a little
it was comfortable
staring up at her
watching her lips form words
but it got late
we had to part ways
and I'd watch her drive
with a catastrophic smile
plastered across my visage
Then one day
I'll never forget
she 0-60'd
out of my life
way too fast
why'd she have to get the sport edition?
where were the cops then?
Shit
I miss that car
I see them everywhere now
scattered on random roads
I see one every time I think of her
not the other way around
I swear
God is telling me
"Keep loving her"
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