We walk towards my blue Honda
I pass the keys and ask,
“Can you drive?”
We get inside the dirty car, pushing aside empty water bottles that liter the floor
While the car warms up he presses the Aux button on the radio
and chooses a song from his phone.
Ralfi Pagan’s Make It with You plays and we drive out onto Kings Canyon.
I take the phone and change it to I Only Have Eyes For You.Now we are on Ventura street.
I look out my window and see mothers and young children walking on the sidewalk.
I see the man selling flowers and yelling out his prices.
His fists are full of combinations of red, orange, yellow,and pink garden roses.
I see other cars keep passing him by.
The Agony And The Ecstasy by Smokey Robinson comes on. He grabs my hand.
I grab my phone. I take a picture of the both of our hands,trying to get every angle so that maybe it will turn out like one of those tumblr posts. I even record a short video.
We drive out onto Van Ness
We play house, and pick out which ones we want to live in.
One year we are going to live in those mission style houses you like so much
And maybe the next an old Victorian one that I always wanted.
I look up.
The sky as it turns purple and pink like the line on my wrist.
I think to myself how long its been.
I take another look, and its not there anymore.
We keep driving into the sunset.
I pass the keys and ask,
“Can you drive?”
We get inside the dirty car, pushing aside empty water bottles that liter the floor
While the car warms up he presses the Aux button on the radio
and chooses a song from his phone.
Ralfi Pagan’s Make It with You plays and we drive out onto Kings Canyon.
I take the phone and change it to I Only Have Eyes For You.Now we are on Ventura street.
I look out my window and see mothers and young children walking on the sidewalk.
I see the man selling flowers and yelling out his prices.
His fists are full of combinations of red, orange, yellow,and pink garden roses.
I see other cars keep passing him by.
The Agony And The Ecstasy by Smokey Robinson comes on. He grabs my hand.
I grab my phone. I take a picture of the both of our hands,trying to get every angle so that maybe it will turn out like one of those tumblr posts. I even record a short video.
We drive out onto Van Ness
We play house, and pick out which ones we want to live in.
One year we are going to live in those mission style houses you like so much
And maybe the next an old Victorian one that I always wanted.
I look up.
The sky as it turns purple and pink like the line on my wrist.
I think to myself how long its been.
I take another look, and its not there anymore.
We keep driving into the sunset.
