the lilt of your
tongue
when you spoke
my name.

the smile
that slipped onto your lips,
like a knife into a sheath,
when your eyes
met mine.

your lips, the softest shade of sunset,
on a mountain range
I never grew tired of tracing.

how your eyes,
those soothing azure eyes,
looked into the unknown
with a youthful curiosity
I envied.

I slipped gently away
from the brink
of that secret
as you made it your own.

I remember the day
that you left.
But I do not,
for the life of me,
know why I did not follow.