Adelaide
Cold knob turns and the
Squealing, creaking door opens.
Fresh air was strong yet inviting
The sun, blinding.
Toms botas and
I Heart NY tee tucked into green shorts.
Red and blue plaid flannel, unbuttoned.
Jean jacket sleeves rolled up with the flannel.
Hair down
Hair wavy
Hair brown
Hair blowing through the morning breeze.
Feet hitting the pavement.
Book bag sitting low on my back.
Bruised shoulders and back covered
but you can still see the shadow of the black eye.
Sun pelting my face,
A lady walking her dog waves.
I smile
but all I want to do is cry.
Waiting,
thinking,
wishing,
dreaming.
"Hi there, Adela."
"Hello Greg."
Things couldn't be more tense
or awkward.
Bright yellow vehicle rolls down the street.
Taking a screeching halt before
Doors pop open.
Cold hand rail and steep steps.
I can't be ready,
It's only been a year.
I need more time.
I want to go back inside.
I want to go back inside.
I want to curl up in my chair and
Sleep the pain away.
I smile but I'm close to tears.
