You say you have a southern draw but all I hear is your quiet voice.
Within every short breath,
down pours your simple yet delicate words.
I like how easy it is to talk to you
I like how your words don’t tumble down
like the waterfall in the back of our school.
As I sit on this tennis court,
I listen to the birds sing
and the hum of all of the bees.
From a distance
I hear the water crashing on the rocks making so much noise.
But you talk almost so silently,
like a drop of water
when it first begins to rain.
You talk like you don’t have much to say
but your smile is louder
than any letter,
I ask you about your car and how you named it Julia.
It’s just a coincidence that your Jeep’s name is so similar to mine,
Or maybe you’re playing country love songs on your radio for a reason.
But when I’m talking to you,
I don’t have to worry about picking the petals off a flower wondering,
“does he like me,” or “does he not,”
because for some reason
I can already feel the wavelengths of a connection between us.
Almost like the musical wavelengths of the song playing on your radio.
I hear words from the lyrics
but none of them matters
as much as yours.
you told me that you almost hit a bus.
Immediately my thoughts became lost
and in my mind I kept hearing your name
ring over and over again,
as if every other priority of mine
I think people’s lives are more important
than textbooks and homework assignments.
Maybe my English teacher wouldn’t agree
but I find it strange for somebody who helps students learn about poetry
and the words
that f l o w
like ripples of water
in each writer’s mind
to not care about somebody like you.
It’s because you’re more than words.
You are more than a human body,
with human cells,
and human flesh,
you are important
even when the song
From a distance,
I’m still able to hear your simple yet delicate words
and your smile –
is louder than any letter,
I need you to not take your eyes off the road when you’re driving,
even if it’s just for a second.
Because for a second
sitting next to you felt like I was with one of my own poems,
as if my words had transformed into a human body.
F o r a s e c o n d
It felt like we had a connection.
Not just from the car
or from the music
or because you say that you don’t listen to your friends
when they talk badly about me.
But a real connection since we both share the same serenity.
So please just focus on the road
because I want there to be more time.
I want to know you
and learn about the poetry in your soul
hidden beneath your blue sunglasses
inside in your eyes.
Because when I’m with you
I don’t want there to be any end.
I don’t want to be left
with a memory of you
and just your name ringing in my head.
K for killed
because sometimes my words
aren’t powerful enough
to save a life.