2 i rolled my window down and felt cold air move through my fingers

2
i rolled my window down and felt cold air move through my fingers
a pretty bit of sky floated by
a puff of cotton candy
i plucked just in time and popped in my mouth
a little shy, i looked behind
a wrinkled lady dressed all in black
grasped an invisible hand in the empty seat next
as if remembering her first taste of sky
shared with a lover who must have just died

we landed soon after
passing me, she smiled “i can’t recall the taste”
“do you not?” i said, for i knew she had lied
“indulge an old lady”
i thought for a moment, “a scoop of honey and lavender and the scent of waffle cones outside molly moon’s”
she leaned close to my ear, tear in her eye “but didn’t you know, sky is best when shared”

so my sweet love
i’ve saved you a taste
wet on my lips
and i’m almost home

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