Threads of Words

Summer Memory

I can remember once when I was fifteen,

Riding in my truck and right when it came to a stoplight on a familiar road in my old town,

I looked out my window and looked at the driver in the car beside ours.

There was a boy driving a black mustang convertible,

I could clearly see him for top of his car was down.

He appeared to be about eighteen

It was summer, and he was probably enjoying time off before going to college.

I could not get myself to put my gaze upon the road right in front of me,

Because I actually wanted to fill the vacant passenger seat in his car.

In my mind he was as gorgeous as gorgeous could get.

I almost exclaimed to my mom at how angelic he appeared,

But I did not for my father was also in the vehicle.

And of course my daydream ended,

He drove away without even noticing my gaze.

I put away my silly thoughts that day for I knew that they were ridiculous.