This is less poetry, more… short story, I guess. Anyway, enjoy. 🙂
i. car rides
She sank deeper into herself when he wasn’t around. She let the silence float around her head and settle comfortably onto her shoulders. It was different when they were together. She laughed like she had never laughed before, reveling in the sound of happiness that seemed present in those moments. She became different, for the sake of his opinion of her. She’d get into his cherry-red car with a grin on her face, gripping her sleeves with her fists. He’d roll the top down and turn up the radio, cruising along the open road when the sun started slipping behind the horizon. She sang along to songs she didn’t know. When the stars came out he was dropping her back home, with a wave goodbye as he sped back onto the highway. She felt drained when he left, like he had slowly unwound her heart and was trailing the string over a road she could never reach. She’d wait patiently in her bedroom for a text that wouldn’t come, listening to the crickets chirping outside her window.
ii. late nights
Sometimes she wouldn’t see him for days on end. Then, suddenly, he’d knock on her door late at night and beckon her outside with a smile. She could never resist the way his eyes seemed to shine brighter than the stars overhead. It was like he was holding something for her, something wonderful and beautiful that she’d only get conditionally. He’d grab her hand and they’d run to some distant part of town, walking through streets that even the moonlight couldn’t reach. She didn’t let him see her lips tremble when a shadow moved too close, or the way her fingers shook when he wasn’t holding them. She laughed like there was nothing to be afraid of, like they were just two kids with nothing to do but hold each other. The dawn would be breaking by the time he kissed her goodbye. She’d sneak into the house, her footsteps as quiet as her heartbeat.
iii. spilled coffee
He didn’t flinch when the coffee mug shattered on the floor, hot liquid seeping into the hardwood. He kept his eyes locked on her. She had never been so angry, so lonely and so sad all at once. She didn’t remember what they were fighting about. She didn’t want to remember. She wanted to forget the mere thought of him. She kept watching the coffee spill out of the broken mug. By the time the door slammed shut she hadn’t even realized he was gone. An hour went by. She picked up the sharp pieces of ceramic and let the edges caress her fingertips. The broken bits fell into the trash like snowflakes falling onto the ground. She sat at the kitchen table and watched as the light got dimmer and dimmer outside. She waited for the sound of his voice in the room, for the bright headlights of his cherry-red car to come shining into the driveway, for the feel of his hand on her waist as he pulled her into an apologetic hug. But he never came back.
She shivered in the entryway, the open door letting in the cold, crisp wind. Her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her skin. Her hair dripped with rainwater, and droplets rested on her cheeks. She turned to the mirror on the wall, watching her eyes cloud the way the sky had clouded outside, before the rain poured down and turned everything to grey. She mistook the water on her face for tears. She wondered where the dark circles around her eyes had come from, why her smile seemed tighter than usual, and how her skin had gotten so pale. It seemed like a different reflection in the mirror, now that he was gone. She stood, trembling in the doorway, staring at the glass of the mirror and watching tears sink into her skin.