Gotta Light?

The flame lights up the shadow

thrown by his rakishly

cocked fedora as he

lights his cigarette with

the stylishly dated

trench coat firmly belted,

the collar up in back

“Here’s looking at you schweetheart”

He says in a very bad

Bogey imitation

And I smile, a little

giving an eyeroll and

shaking my head slightly

Looking away from the

intensity of his

impossibly dark eyes

Some things never change, I think,

He’s ever the joker,

even when it ended

“So I see you’re still

carrying a torch for me?”

I raise my eyes snarkily,

raise my eyebrow as well

Meeting a serious

expression that staggers

the held breath in my chest

He holds out his warm hand,

the lines in his palm are

still so deep and the same,

The tattoo on his wrist,

that zipper, how we laughed

For a moment, I can’t

I hesitate, and wait

How it hurt the last time

I don’t want to be hurt

not this time or again

But those damnable eyes

His arms on fire around me,

his hand strong on my neck

Kisses that scream I’ve missed you

Love, never leave me again

 

“So I see you’re still

carrying a torch for me?”

I smile into his face

Without hesitation

I say in a very bad

Bogey imitation

“Gotta light?”

 

©MelanieMcCurdie2017

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