There was an outline in the doorway,
A ghost I imagine,
With crooked teeth that smiled
And eyes that glittered
With the light of the moon.
I could’ve, would’ve, should’ve
Asked about the mail that day,
But I didn’t.
It was a quilt of blues,
Wrapped around, mascara-blotted
And maybe we could have sat together
With it around our shoulders,
Cocoa in our hands,
And the fire warming your face like it did then.
Maybe.
The train came around midnight,
And it nearly pummeled through
Where we had sat, bathing in ash
Just a few hours prior.
I was still awake and I listened
And I closed my eyes and hoped it would
Come and rip this tent to shreds
And you’d come and save me.
You and your broad chest and curly hair
You make me smile so big, so stupidly
With too many teeth and too much gum.
And with that smile I fell asleep, dreaming,
With the window wide open,
Because maybe you’d notice if the moon
Reflected off of my teeth.
