September Memories

His arm around my waist warmed my body, but the fast pace of his heart sped up mine. The air was chilly, but the atmosphere was so very alive. Teenagers roamed the ground as if they owned the place, feeling much more confident here than most places. Confidence and excitement glowed from the faces of these students. In front of me were people I didn't know very well, and behind them were the bright football stadium lights. They towered over the field and bleachers; their light casted shadows in uncertain places. My grip on his side tightened as more people arrived. In a place I was unsure of, he were my only certainty. My mind felt so scattered but relieved. Here, the adrenaline was buzzing through my veins. Loud band music played in the bleachers, lighting up my ears. His warm voice introduced me. I silently said hello and returned to admiring the place I was in.

Crisp air hung around my ankles and neck, keeping me closer to him. Coldness crept up my finger tips like the sweet scent of cinnamon from freshly baked cookies. My senses were overloaded with sights, sounds, tastes, and feelings. My eyes fixed on his face. I watched his eyes tense up as he squinted, thinking. He was explaining something to his friends. I watched the way he carried himself, watched him use his hand gestures to explain his point, and noticed his careful expression. His manners were superb. 

I've never understood how sitting in Algebra II class makes me think of you. My mind congers up your smell, brings me back to the football game where your hand was around my waist and your breath was in my ear.

Author's Note

I didn't even bother to review this. It's a year old and about my ex-boyfriend. I'm way over him.

Reviews

[Verdant Cynic]

Very old poem, lol. I know it's not proofread and all, but I must say this evoked some feelings. I miss the feeling of "young love". The idea of a sense of wonder about the future, and that there is this "one person" who can make everything perfect and make the world come alive. There's something wistful about those simpler times. Thanks for sharing!