Contributor: Stacy Maddox

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Sitting here on this
Old blue, worn suitcase
A smell of hot peppers
Still burning in my nose
From our last meal together
Sharp, making my mouth
Water out of control
Your musky man scent
Covers my skin all over
And I wonder if you
Will change your mind
Again, same as before
Last time you said
It was time for goodbye
You swore as I packed
The fault is not mine
I had to move on

Nights spent in cotton sheets
You must have forgotten
Sweet words whispered
Between two lovers
Your long hair falling
Across my wanting lips
As I revisit these memories
Shadows gather slowly
A black cat slinks around
An aged telephone pole
Standing so rigidly and proud
Against a stark full moon
Too drunk to feel
Anything more than numb
I light another cigarette
And wait for you
To change your mind.


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Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. She loves to soak up the sun by the river and feel the rush of water over her feet while spending time with her family and pets. Stacy has been published in over 15 books, print magazines and online websites. She has been passionate about Art in any form for over 30 years.