I saw you yesterday,
walking down the hill in front of me;
there were three steps between us, I counted
as I avoided looking at your hair.
I remember the feel of it through my fingers,
like cool water;
I clenched my fist against it.
Your phone rang in your pocket, and your
slender fingers picked it up and held it to your ear;
my eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the curve of your hand,
I couldn't help but see the ghost of my fingers intertwined with yours,
the way we used to be.
And then I heard your voice.
I could see the smile in the way you formed the words,
and I could feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek like when we used to spend
hours staring into each other's eyes - it was all we needed.
You laughed, and my heart fluttered - I remembered
how it used to fly at the sound, and chirp like a bird in its cage.
I thought maybe I'm over you, now,
Now I can be this close to you, and refuse to touch you.
We reached the bottom of the hill, and you turned left,
and my feet turned with you
for a second;
You turned to leave me for a second time,
my God,
the softness of your skin like moonlight, blushed with roses,
and freckled with stars,
and your lips, like apples, your eyes like blooming
buds of something wonderful,
my stomach flipped as you turned towards me,
knowing that I would never be able to run away from this,
knowing how much I needed you, how much I missed you,
and knowing that I could never love another in this lifetime;
But it wasn't you at all.