Lonely in LA

The sun sets in an array of colors 

That remind you of old school LA.

A splash of tequila on your shorts and the aroma of tobacco.

You remember all of her

Goosebumps. Eyelashes. Freckles.

Your hand on the small of her back.

Her legs rub against yours.

Chipped nail polish and messy hair never looked so good

And she didn't have to do anything to get your attention.

You gave your all to her in hopes for a little bit back.

But you left for work one day and that morning was the last time

You saw her bare body lying warm in your sheets.

The last time you burned your tongue on coffee and wondered

How her skin reflected the light so right.

The very last time she asked you to close the blinds 
Because when you came home from work that day, 

The apartment was emptier and much colder. 

You wondered what you did wrong but she knew it was inevitable. 

You try to fill the space but 

Every day still feels so empty.

Keep watching the sunset with the smell

of Tequila and tobacco, maybe she will come back

You think.

Reviews

[serxna]

I love this, the imagery is beautiful and entrancing

[Alexandria Miller]

Thank you, I appreciate the feedback.