Girls

on the spot

high waist

and skinny jeans

the wind is blowing

against her hair

blowing it back

taking me back

to the first time 

i remember when our eyes met

i asked her how she was

she looked up to the sky

and said she doesn't know yet

i asked her when she would

she looked at me and started to laugh

that wind

that blew against us that day

told me

something was up

so i took her by the hand

and ran

all the way to who knows where

and i stood with her

by the picket fence

it rained down hard

and we were drenched

i still remember her stench

though she smelled like rain

to me she smelled like a park bench

she held my hand

that day on the beach

i remember the wind pounded on us 

the oceans roar

was our music

the memories

have been since faded

but i still hear her laugh

her echo

finds me whenever i am lonely

Reviews

[Paavana Varma]

I should say beautiful imagery!! Great job!

[Asra Hakak]

I found this really very interesting ... so beautifuly written .... 'imagery has been used so intensively that the reader gets into the scenario'
such a fine piece of poetry

[Emily]

Very nice poem!
Keep it up!