He walks me to the door
Like a gentleman should
Meanwhile, I think of things to say, filling the air with lighthearted and meaningless conversation

"Can you call me later when you get home?"

"Thanks for inviting me, it was fun!"

"Have fun skiing."

It was all said, it was all acknowledged

The only word that mattered to me was his one

"Wait..."

Thoughtfulness in his eyes, he moves closer to me...

Forgetfulness is a sin
I do not remember if my eyes closed,
If my foot popped like in movies,
Nor can I remember how long it lasted

I do remember the three words that slipped from my lips

"I love you"

The same three slipped his