Tuesday, April 2, 2013

2 - Topaz

I never
realized
that
your eyes are the perfect color to match
my old car
not the red paint on the outside
the soft cushions
inside
streaked with dust and
the ends of silver strings
back when it didn't matter that
I was young
and you
were younger still.

2 comments:

  1. I'm noticing a sentimentality in your writing that is at once vulnerable and powerful. I love your descriptions here, very lush and familiar. The dust and silver strings...great work.

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  2. Thank you so much! It feels weird publishing so much every day, since I'm always nervous about being too cliched... But thanks for reading! Glad you like it!

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