The Better Half
I took you out when it got dark
to look at the stars, far away
from intrusive city lights,
where we laid the hood of the car.
It was cliche and cruel, I know,
almost as barbaric as
waking up with the sun, wrapped in you,
on the dewy patio furniture or laughing
dizzily in a steaming hot tub,
and as vile as handwritten letters
for your birthday or the way your
blue eyes melt like ice in the sun.
I’m sorry, but you should have seen it coming,
like the wishbone that separated
our fingers from touching,
inevitably snapping uneven,
leaving me with the better half.
Lauren’s work has been featured in The Carroll Review, John Carroll University’s literary journal. She is based in Cleveland, Ohio where she continues to read, write, workshop, and be inspired by poetry and the world around her.
