The Boy in the Red Truck


Hayley Cross

“They Boy In The Red Truck”

After that moment between

Me being with him and me being by myself is over,

I am finally able to smile.


I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck

And how I am more familiar with them than I am my own car.


The aroma that is left lingering on me,

My clothing,

And my hair,

Is the smell I am all too familiar with.


It is the fragrance of home.

When I am with him, I am protected from the outside world,

And nothing makes me feel more secure than when I am in that red truck

With the boy behind the wheel.