The Girl I Left in Va

Jose Zuniga
She grabs my hand, destroys reality,

And I sit aside with her to say

That my wet steel-toed boots

Are not firm enough to stay.

My voice, I hear, in wavy discontent,

Utter that I have to leave that coast,

A drunk man's Norfolk, weary shipyard

Land that grinds your dreams to dust.

I left her my girl, alone,

Freezing, with her purple T-shirt on,

To stay in the dock, near a steel boat,

Navy-made, blocking the sun

A sonic bell and loud bang ring

In my ears when I think of her

Settling for some other, that blue-eyed jerk,

And her nonchalantly saying

I see her hand, her puffy cheeks,

Her innocent eyes and us, dead.

Among us was a serpent

Between us a venom

Have you ever died? Blood

Tastes like burned coffee

Love has no taste,

Chile burns away your tears.

She disappears from my arms

When I think of how we kissed

Foreverly, is that a start?

Who knows, there never was a second part.

Crummy fall fell on us,

A winter in that blasted place

People would put a sweater on a block of ice

And with it came, our long good bye,

We were in a car,

her shoulder touching mine tingled

Like an electric shock

But I failed to realize it, then.

Tension filled the air

When we crossed each other,

Across bulkheads (walls) or passages

And she moved her shoulder-length hair across her face.

I saw her again, and again,

Is it 2009, 2010?

If I close my eyes forever

Could I forget her kiss, her smile?

It was in 2001, I left that ship,

Off that plank, a green bag over a shoulder, a plank owner,

I owned a small part of it,

And it owned the biggest part of me.

Published by Jose Zuniga

I'm an English Major attending California State University, Los Angeles. Currently, writing in bulk in the poetry and fantasy genres.  View profile

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