while listening to "Summer 78" parts 5-11

[sallekhana]

part 5
he constructs himself in the mirror,
fixing every little detail,
combing his hair,
and lacing his shoes.

he's off to see his bestfriend
and for her, he has to look his best.
he shoves his earbuds in
and sets in the passanger seat.

he stares off in the distance
at the trees and clouds;
the little things.

part 6
its like when you stare off
and forget everything thats happening,
you even forget yourself.
you become and are worth nothing
compared to the world and you realize
you're just a minute in a day,
just a small drop of rain
that creates a ripple in the ocean.
they drive for hours,
the trip slips slowly by
as he opens his eyes.
in the reflection of the window
he can see himself and his mom
both just bodies of fluid
filling up otherwise empty space.
"there is nothing,only you."

part 7
his bestfiend sits in the backseat,
her long brown hair whips around
as she laughs and thanks him
for rolling the window down

he wanted to sit in the back with her
but he knew they'd think thats weird
and then everyone would get scared
and tell him to straighten up
and that everythings going to be alright.

he doesn't even talk to her,
he just stares out the window
counting the trees as she thinks back
to that day they met and whispers, "hi."

part 8
quiet.
"its okay to talk, you know."
all he can say is yeah.
"i missed you."
yeah
"you know everythings going to be okay right?"

why does everyone
keep telling him that?
God, its like they know him
more than he does.
maybe they do.
they arrive at her place
and unpack from the car.

part 9
she shows him all the places and people
as they walk hand in hand down the walk.

"thats john, he was in a car crash a year ago.
he's just lucky.
he comes around here everyday to visit his wife,"
she points,
"thats her place."

'what about that place?'
he points to an old house with a stone chimney.
its a beautiful home and he wishes
he could live in one like that.

"dont. i dont know about her.
she never comes out
and never has any visiters."
the garden out front has no flowers
to color the lawn or birds to peck at the dirt.
its empty.

part 10
they finally arrive at her house,
"i have to go now."
'why?'

his mom turns to him
with tears in her eyes,
"dont be so hard on yourself.
its okay to cry."

he turns to hug his friend
one last time and stops.
she's gone.

part 11
the drive home was very quiet.
not only was he not speaking
but neither was his mom.
its about damn time.

this time he didn't stare out the window
or watch the trees,
he didn't forget himself and everything else either.
no, this time he just stared at his feet,shut his eyes,
and repeated one thing in his head over and over again.

there is nothing.
there is nothing.
there is nothing.
there is nothing.

 

[Naval_Fluff]

Wow, you are really great at coveying emotion. This writing really played the strings of my heart. Great job man, you're very talented

 

[samba101]

You know I usually avoid poetry and peoples writings but your one is good, kept me reading, I think I'll go back and read your other ones.

 

[SophiaGrace]

*hug* I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.

You're a very vivid story-teller.