Last Looks

for J.E.

 

Last Looks

 

Your eyes wrinkle in the middle.

Your lips curve just at the end.

The sound of blaring guitars.

Signifies the scars that are healed.

The summer is over.

Winter coats being grown now.

Will we survive this?

I wonder will you miss me?

Everything about the fall.

Everything dying and returning to the earth.

The end of a summer.

You show me your teeth.

Just curving your lips around them.

Your eyes are shiny and your hand reaches to the air.

That hand that I held so tightly in the night.

Those very muscular arms that held me right.

Let those feelings sleep tonight.