I Can Sense It (a poem)

a poem that follows two lovers, one who has to say something and the other who has yet to hear it.

Motionless (a poem)

 

The night was cool, but humid
Just like a typical summer night
I sat there, in my classic Mustang
Knowing that something was wrong
But I was still unsure

You sat there in your silky, white dress from the party earlier
Your hair falling past your shoulders in wavy tides
You were so beautiful…yet…your head was down as if in shame

I ejected myself from the car, crossing the street to you
I entered the area of bright lights that shimmered from bushes surrounding us in the park
You looked up
A small tear was flowing down your left cheek

I felt the need to run towards you and make it better
But for some reason, I felt as if I had caused it

Suddenly, the cool weather became chilly
As summer evaporated in its own warmth, allowing winter to take over
I felt the icy shards of wind pelt my body
I knew what was coming, why you were crying
Why you had brought me here after our night of fun at the party
Why you hadn’t changed your apparel
I could sense it

Author's Note

This is a piece that I wrote ages ago, but I never published it. It is a little different than my other writings. However, I do hope you enjoy it. What the narrator is sensing is open for interpretation of the reader, but I am sure the most logical thing has come to your mind. Feel free to offer suggestions and critiques. :)