Vinyl

Vinyl

Not feeling uncomfortable

when I should,

she makes breathing

easier somehow.

Letting go of words

in open arms,

a whisper;

Forget-me-nots

pressed in an old bible

or vinyl in her back pocket,

spinning out songs

I haven’t heard in years,

I haven’t heard at all.

She has stars in her eyes.

I only have one,

a reflection.

A reflection.

And I wonder

if she noticed the heart

I traced in the dust

on her stand-up bass.

I wonder if she smiled.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i don't know if she smiled, but i did just reading about the little gift of a heart. such a romantic little gesture.