Andrew Cyr

I hit my headlights and shifted gearslike a knife through hot butter,trailing the freeway,and passing small towns and carsas though they stoodstill in an irreparable excuseof timeless memories.I sipped cold coffeeto chase fatigue to sleep.Smudged portraits of Kinsleyand I surfacedback before she took me for granted.Kinsley left for Seattle.We grew up in a dust bowlthree hours … [Read more...] about Love Drove Us Back Together, By: Andrew Cyr

Natalia invited me to a coffee shopto talk about her new flame.She wanted my opinion.And she knew I’d give it.Even if Natalia didn’t like it,she’d accept my opinion.She’d thank me for being a friend.I wanted more but didn’t want to loseour friendship.I’d seen her off on several datesover the last five years.She’d swing by and twirl around,asking me what I thought.I couldn’t say … [Read more...] about Secret Crush, By: Andrew Cyr

The cloud-shrouded mooncast serene shadows.Nancy cut the headlightsas we approachedthe country roadto my parents’ home.The kitchen light was on,but the living room light was off.The white paint and blue trimscreamed attention.Mom wasn’t on the porch swing.A sign I was cool with.I helped her new husbandcomplete the oak-built porchover the summer.The tires crunched over … [Read more...] about Home Before Love, By: Andrew Cyr

When I drank and drove,something happened.It always did.I left fate’s decision in my hands.I gave up drinking when I found Jesus.But beautiful women became my vice.Only I had no say.Something will happen.It always does.With the bottle, I could just put it away.I could chalk up my flaws to an emptybottle of booze in the back seat.I met a woman who gave up drinking,and she asked … [Read more...] about Something Will Happen, By: Andrew Cyr

I met Moreen in March of ‘94.I was doing what I never did.I was going on a date with Moreen.We met in the personal sectionof the newspaper.We chatted for over a week.I sent her a picture in an email.Moreen did the same.Her deep blue eyes jumpedfrom behind the frecklesthat camouflage her sun-kissed skin.Moreen’s long, dark red hairwrapped around her neck.She pressed her luscious … [Read more...] about Taxi Reflections, By: Andrew Cyr