the night we held each other under the street light.
do you remember it?
it was summer, or close to it.
warm enough to wear a light sweater,
the scent of heat wafting in the air.
we hadn't been in a fight exactly.
but i guess it was something close to it.
i was upset, i believe, but i can't recall why.
the drive, i don't remember.
the songs played in my car, i don't remember.
but i do remember
the moment i stepped out of the car.
i remembered seeing you.
and i remembered the stitches breaking themselves
open.
there were no words between us, no light "hello"
or questions or explanations.
i ran to you, wrapped my arms around
your middle and sighed.
my anger vanished.
whatever feeling or resentment i had left,
with the changing season.
your fingers traced my hair,
the beat of your heart forever echoes in my head.
i breathed you in, and i secretly wished
that your scent would forever stay with me,
following me when i would have to leave.
we didn't kiss. or talk. or move.
we held each other. the street light
above us cast an eerie glow
and i remember thinking how *******
cliche it all was.
but i didn't care.
i remember thinking right then and there
how much i had really fallen in love with you.
i was thrilled but terrified.
for i knew from then on my rusty old heart
was yours.
the feel of your lips on my forehead
a cross between feathers and bubbles.
your hand enclosing mine, leading to your house.
and i smiled.
because i loved you.
and i love you so.