an easy weekend evening
slides on by
the reclining sunbathers and
the wild children leave the
pool in a sloppy happiness
that smells of chlorine
and spf 30
out-of-state license plates
take up all of the good
parking spots, except for
mine because I haven’t left
since Friday
caffeine, poetry and a little
guitar playing got me through
most of the time, thoughts of
someone special filled up all
the rest
some things you just don’t let
slide on by like the others,
some things have to be
held... tightly
the sun is gone now
but night’s becoming
a new beautiful
I slide over a little bit
and make room for
her absence
(Image from Fravery.tumblr.com)
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