Ink: Check Engine

Meghan Buckley, Poetry

Rainy night, I felt your lips pressed against mine

Your check engine light lit against your Irish skin.

Beautiful painted sunset, your hand laying on my scars

Your check engine light glowed like the setting sun. 

Crisp aired morning, my head laid against you

Your check engine light in the fogged dashboard

Snowy covered roads your jacket kept me warm

Your check engine light next to the below freezing sign.

Screams and Yelling, as I cry in fear of losing you.

Your check engine was all I could stare at cause I could not bear to look at you.

Our last kiss, I softly pressed my lips against yours and said goodbye.

 

Until, there was no more check engine light to look at. 

There was no check engine light at all.