Black VW Bugs

I wrote this a while ago but I wasn't really happy with it. I'm still not but whatever, I'm trying to actually publish more of my writing.

I have a best friend and she drives a black Volkswagen bug.

It's name is Nona 

and across her front windshield,

the word PROM is spelled out in pink and green.

I remember writing that with her boyfriend and brother.

And we cleaned Nona until she shined.

And, for once, the sparkle on her car 

matched the sparkle in my best friend's eyes. 

Nona has heard all of our secrets 

and she keeps them hidden somewhere

between her broken emergency brake

and broken radio.

Broken,

like the two girls laughing

and driving

and singing.

I had a best friend in fourth grade

who now drives a black Volkswagen bug. 

And as I drive with her,

we spill our secrets onto her dashboard,

to be ferreted away 

under the broken emergency brake.

And we don't cry but we think about it.

Her car smells nice 

but I know she is just hiding other scents.

Just like her smile 

is hiding other frowns. 

For five years, we didn't talk.

But we came together again,

not in some kind of beautiful collision

but in the quiet, calm of two old souls.

We met again with a handshake

and I wonder the symbolism 

behind black Volkswagen bugs 

and broken teenage girls. 

Reviews

[Relic]

This is a nice mixture of nostalgia and sadness. You really put this together well. Glad I read it.

[Elwyn]

why do you always have to make me cry? This is beautiful, you're beautiful, I love you

[emma]

lmao I'm sorry I keep making you cry! I actually wrote this and Library Aisles both after we went to the library but I wasn't really fond of either of them but I just kind of wanted to actually publish stuff

[Elwyn]

I love them both so much. I didn't comment on the other one because I don't think I can. Stop making me cry! I hope you're doing okay, I love you so very much.