my peach flavored vape rests in my pocket
she takes it out and takes a hit
she coughs, of course she does, she still doesnt know how to do it right.
i mess up her hair
it is the middle of january; we are sitting in my beat up car
she whispers something
i dont remember what
I was too busy thinking about how ethereal she looked in my passenger seat.
we are sitting in her driveway
the light casts her in a golden glow
"are you real?" i whisper
she laughs
i want to hear that laugh for the rest of my life.
the sun will rise soon and we will have to go to school
but right now i live here
a raw moment
something poetic
something real.
i reach my hand to touch her face
its warm
shes always warm.
she smiles
and her face scrunches
and her eyes squint
and i want to cry.
she is
everything.