Spaghetti with Red Sauce

I put on the red blouse with the low-cut
Neck, and you watched the large man in the park
Skating on the pavement path.
I whispered
Gentle words to your ears, and you sat.

At the grocery store, I picked out food
To make spaghetti with red sauce, but you
Never came home.
I heard you creep in through
The back door downstairs.
You tripped on the vase.

On your windshield, I left you a paper
Filled with scribbles and hearts.
You reversed out
Of the driveway, and the paper floated
To the ground.
Later found by a dog, Bruce.

I sit at home, in grey sweat pants eating
Pickles and ice cream.
You’ll notice me soon.

Jessica Pierson. I enjoy finding beauty in simple things; Strumming my guitar strings on my bed with the window open, closing my eyes when I run, singing to loud music with my fiancé in the car, and capturing my family with my camera.