Part 2!!!

So this is the second part of my story... I'm not totally sure how many parts there will be. I found this part to be a little bit more narrtive so please let me know in the comments below what you think. Again I will probably be editing this after I'm done the whole story.

Part II

                By the time either of us had the motivation to stand up night had fallen. The creatures of the night had materialized; the sound of owls screeching, rodents scurrying and wolves howling in the distance. It was a slow, silent walk back toward the house. Luke followed at a distance. Neither of us really knew what to say.

                He was supposed to be gone, in another city, far away. I was supposed to be over him. I shouldn’t have been so broken up, we were never together. He shouldn’t have been so broken up, we were never together. We should have let things go, we were never together. But no, Luke had to open his heart at the worst possible time. Now we are left to talk things over. A long night was ahead of us.

                We reached the edge of the foliage just a few feet away from the back porch. “Coffee?” a musical yet sober voice asked from above. It was my brother Adam; my saviour, been there since before I was born.

                “I think that’s a good idea,” I say looking into his knowing eyes. He glared at Luke knowing that he’s the reason my eyes were blood shot. Then something hit him when he noticed Luke’s eyes were the same way. He stood to the side of the door letting us enter. As Luke entered Adam laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn’t know exactly what was going on but at least it put Luke at ease after the scowl he had received.

                We entered the house through the small kitchen and sat at the small table of to the side. The house was a little worse for wear. Needed a new coat of paint, the floors were stained in spots, but it was, by far, still inhabitable.  We sat across from each other. We didn’t look at each other.

                Adam brought over two mugs of coffee, mine already made up with a little milk and sugar, Luke’s black. We both stared at our mugs. Adam left the room; it was now completely silent again. Who was going to speak first? What was there to say?

                “We need to talk about this,” Luke broke the silence.

                “I know. I just don’t know what there is to say.” I looked up to find him looking at me. The minute our eyes met we both smiled, but it lasted only moments.

                “See? How could I have left? We both know there is something here. We both want there to be something here.”

                “Just because we want it to happen doesn’t mean that we can make it happen. You are leaving. How can we start a relationship when you are not here with me?” Tears began to well up again.

                “Haelyn, we can make it happen. With feelings as strong as these nothing can get in our way.”

Short Story! AKA: It's Not a Poem!

I'm probably going to edit this a but more but I figured I should post it and see what everyone thinks. It's just part one so be on the lookout for some more :) Enjoy!

Part I

The tears slowly ran down my face and hit the book that lay across my lap, the pages wrinkling and smudging, and the brisk breeze whipping my hair skewing my vision. But my vision cannot be distorted much more than they already were, filled with water like the sea. The flimsy vines of the weeping willow tree swayed in a rhythmic dance; that’s why I went there of course, for the beauty of the tree. It always made me feel a little better. The spring is always the best but today is not spring, summer is winding down and he is leaving soon.

                The bushes rustled down the path to my house. I assumed it was my brother come looking for me. He was visiting for the week; he had chosen the wrong week to come. I feel so bad for having acted the way I had since he’d gotten there. But knowing that everything was changing was taking its toll. A man emerged through the foliage. The man was not my brother.

                “Luke? What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving today?” I exclaimed stunned. I jumped from my spot on the rock and quickly wiped the tears away from my face blinking back the ones ready to fall.

                “I couldn’t leave,” he looked to his feet then back into my eyes, “not without seeing you.” He took a small step forward; he was just out of my reach.

                I tried to speak but couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say. Was there anything to say? I thought he was gone, I thought he was never coming back. For the past four months I’ve been struggling with the fact that I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it and now... now he stands here in front of me, unable to leave without seeing me. Why? Why are you toying with me? Do you not see what has been going on since I laid my eyes on you?

                He noticed how unbelieving I looked. “I’m sorry.”

                “What do you mean ‘I’m sorry’? What are you sorry for? I don’t get it.” I was almost angry now; how dare he come back and then when he speaks he’s so cryptic.

                “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner. But I can’t leave without knowing.” He looked to his feet again. He turned away from me. I almost fell to my knees sobbing. He turned back, tears in his blue eyes. One gently rolled down his left cheek. “Hael. I think,” he paused, swallowed, smiled that crooked smile of his yet his eye brows furled, “I think, I’m in love with you.”

                He took a step toward me. I backed away; I stumbled over the rock and caught myself against the tree. The only thing keeping me from falling was that tree. I could no longer see anything. He didn’t stop moving forward. His hand gently touched my shoulder and I shrugged it away. My legs were like jelly. “Why, Luke? Why now?” I sobbed, “Why would you wait until the day you’re leaving to tell me?”

                “I wasn’t going to,” now he was crying too. “But I can’t live with the ‘what if?’ I just can’t do it. Hael, do you have any feelings for me?”

                I could no longer speak. I fell to my knees. I looked up to him, the darkening sky a backdrop to his irresistible face. “What do you think? Of course I do!” As I looked away I said, “How could I not.”

                He knelt beside me resting his arm across my shoulders and touched his head to mine. “Why did we do this? Why did we wait?” We sat in silence; the only sound was the occasional sniffle or gentle sob. Minutes passed...

                “Because we were both too afraid.”

Sorry... It's Another Poem

I feel like maybe this one isn't quite done when I read it as a reader, but as a poet it feels like there is nothing more to say. My dad will enjoy it's "oh so Jerrica" anti-climactic approach :P

You Don't Know
January 2012

Raging storm
Burning soul
Your presence here
Has taken its toll
 
Moaning wind
Broken heart
You’ll wonder why
She fell apart
 
Weeping willow
Teary eyes
You’ll never know
Why she cries