- Flux Magazine
"This is the way I like to think of you" by Cristian Tamayo
There’s frost on the rooftops of the high standing houses.
Thin umber trees with a few yellow leaves just outside the window.
She’s inside probably awake by now
ambling around in her knee-high socks.
She must still wear my long-oversized shirt,
only the white of her thighs showing in between.
. . .
Remember how you hooked your arm around mine
the first time we were together?
You leaned in coming close to whisper something,
barely audible, but I could feel your lips moving.
Your breath hot and heavy on my cheek.
A strand of your light auburn hair caught my stubble.
. . .
It starts to rain a little.
Water runs down the car glass window
where I sit alone looking out
into the incongruent world.
. . .
Through the streaks of condensation
suddenly I see you, blurry and broken.
Then, for a moment,
you come into focus.
. . .
I wonder if
she still sings
in the morning.