You told me to turn it up.
by Jordan Griffiths
Better than any other three word phrase.
So I did.
We shared that bus seat,
Our knees scrunched up to our bodies,
Fingers worked the volume button.
Reaching for the music, your hand
My thigh and blushed
Looks seared into my eyes,
You hate this song.
A hint of teasing in your smile.
Sarcastic retorts send you into a silent fit of
I hit pause to hear.
You search for the play button,
Create a simple paper airplane.
It doesn’t fly.
Still more potent than cupids arrow.
With a speeding bus and open windows even
Cant hold on.
The flightless airplane soars out the window.
The wind takes it without a single
Takes my breath along
With its silent thievery
I didn’t realize it was g o n e.