Monica 1

by

Daniel Chapa

She's such a sight in red
Her cuteness defies the sweat
I'm embarassed when I notice
That my shirt is soaking wet

Outdoors in the month of August
Dripping our way to the car
I am glad for the chance to talk
As we have managed to park afar

My phone rings late at night
As she prepares to go to bed
I struggle to sleep the entire night
A soft voice lingers in my head

Monica always wears a pretty smile
In spite of her many fears
Her sadness isn't solely revealed
In anger and in tears

Its written upon her eyes
A gaze that may not trust
I try to pick my words and deeds
I am careful because I must

She carries thoughts of betrayal
It weighs upon her heart
An image in her cluttered mind
As our new found romance starts

I see that she is hurting
Attempt to heal her wounds with a kiss
For fear, sadness, anger, and betrayal
Can only be healed with tenderness.

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