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Part 2, you can read Part 1 here and part 3 here.

Today’s piece continues the story in a freely written poem, that is framed by a separate poem detailing an intimate moment with the predominant female character of these pieces. The two poems wrap into each other, to hopefully progress the second act of this story. I had to add a line after initial save, because this line I kept singing, in a song that doesn’t exist was stuck in my head, and fit.

Part 2’s word was provided by my friend, Myla W. please enjoy.

“Devotion”
They still shone as bright as they did that first day,

She curled in the chair Sunday morning,
His old shirt wrapped her so,
Pulled down wrapping her legs, stretching,
Unseasonably warm rain rapped her balcony window,
Sipping her coffee,
She with eyes closed,
Glancing at the tickets lying on the floor,
She remembered, looked toward her bedroom door,

The setting surprised and amazed her, he, unaware that night,

The night, a faint memory this year and a half later,
He took her like he never had before,
And never would again, did he hate her,
Time allowed her to enjoy, but she knew,
She had finally been ready,
Her new place allowed freedom, something new
Their love right,
Silenced that night,

She had not touched it in some time and wondered whether he knew,

The sun had set, like her glow before,
He grimaced while sipping the bitter tea,
As his last day here ticked for-ward,
Thinner than when he arrived,
He was less adventurous eating here,
Content when he had to decide,
His happy solitude was immense,
Soon this excursion would end,
Returning “home,”

The light made it sparkle brilliantly, she noted the care in design,

Something was different today,
Told him he could take the tickets,
She cancelled her date,
Barefoot, she walked and leaned looking searching,
She had not spoken to him since that night,
Stubborn, Proud, Strong…longing,
The sky still misty, two hands wrapped her coffee, now cool,
Pale from no sun, at the window, standing,
Strangely, she felt, anticipation, hope, even fleeting happiness,
Today something was changing,
Her heart lifted, her thoughts pleasing, she smiled full of giddiness,

Opening a box with weathered edges, peering at it, she marveled how she here with this gift, but not the giver,

Quietly he ducked into his old haunt, The Smith fully packed,
Hair long and bushy under his hat, beard full,
He found a nice place, incognito, eyes lowered, hidden in the back,
Happily familiar, after his long voyage,
He settled in for a quick meal,
Oblivious to the world around him, on no ones stage,
And then,

She placed it on her finger, it overwhelmed her, he never asked, she never answered,

Hi, she greeted, her heart full of,
Fear,
Hope,
Luck,
Joy,
His eyes were deeper, even in the dark,
His surprise more evident,
Placing her hand on the table,
Revealing her theft, though she had repeatedly stolen more,

The ring was perfect, as he had planned that time long ago,

How did you know I was coming,
How did you know I was here,
Your eyes are beautifully shining,
Unexpectedly, I’m glad that you’re here
…
She simply answered
…
Yes,
…
To an unasked question,
Chicago a memory,
He thought back to the inscription,
Vaguely remembered,

Wearing it for the first time she read aloud the words he had thoughtfully had inscribed,

He said them aloud from memory,

“My heart and Devotion are only for you.”

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.