He crossed my path on a winding way and I knew then that he couldn't stay.
I stopped my heart from holding his, I knew nothing good could come of this.
He smelled of spring and cigarettes, a scent I never will forget.
And when he laughed, my skin crawled around, bringing me closer to the ground.
Until, at last, I was on my knees begging him to never leave.
But he turned away and was gone with the moon but he told me he would be back soon.