I used to stare at parking lots at night by myself

by Uriel Tovar

I never understood—
Your socks always had their own personality
One for each of your quirks
And each one

You etched your heart
On the back side
Of my windshield
Your toe
An adept paintbrush
Tracing our names
Inside of a heart.


Author's Note: someone special

Posted on 09/23/2011
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/23/11 at 02:19 PM

Beautiful, sentimental but not overwhelmingly so.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/24/11 at 12:03 AM

there's an everyday warmth to this - the images tinged with that special polaroid feel.

Posted by Mo Couts on 09/24/11 at 02:24 AM

Ahhh, this person must be very special. This is so deep and encompassing.

Posted by E. A. Pugh on 09/25/11 at 12:17 AM

Provocative! Tingle!

Posted by David Maurice on 09/25/11 at 12:52 AM

It's like a love song. I really, really dig.

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