Five nights ago,
at 10:31PM,
I whispered I loved you,
and you stumbled up
your porch steps,
grabbing the air,
laughing and saying,
"I love you, too."
Four nights ago,
I held your hand
as we
strolled through the park.
I ignored the rugged scuff
of your boots,
and you ignored
the pounding beat
of my heart.
Three nights ago,
you told me
to go home early.
Our movie
wasn't finished,
but you were.
Two nights ago,
I saw you
walking through the neighbourhood,
a beautiful girl
by your side.
Last night,
the air was still.
And tonight,
I don't think you'd care
if I didn't text back.