Can of Cola
A can of cola in my hand, Reading entries from an old diary, Brings back memories like magic, Of not so random scribbles, on the back page, Your name and mine… With doodles of hearts, and stick figures holding hands... Collages of Chocolate wrappers, can rings, and straws, beautifully stained with lipstick... A photo of you from our class trip taped on the edge... Memories from our teenage... It's funny how you still make me homesick... When I read an entry from Twenty first May fifteen years ago.. You and I, Two straws in the same cola can.... Her hair flutter, just a few strands of a single hanging curl... A moment so fantastic... Her smile... Sharing a can of cola at the soda stand...