I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better.
You know, better than yesterday.

I didn't have to tilt my head in shade for that perfect lighting.
Or settle for the insecurities of a mess.
It was that perfect.
Somewhat like those yellow limes I often confuse for that ball I use for stress.

And then there was that centered daisy thing which completely complimented my skin,
Hassling it's persuasion of confidence in a glaze
Reiterating it's point like those quins I met yesterday.
Today was just about everything, but perfect.

I went from that almost comfortable feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when I had to imagine that cute outfit I helped her pick out yesterday...
Being ripped off, for her to be ******.

I went from that warm weird feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when she got a call...

"Hey,
Sure,
I'll be right there."

And at that point...
I realized I was simply that to her.
The piano guy.

I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better...
You know, better than yesterday.

Today I wanted to tell her.
Although it was yesterday...
Today I wanted her to know for sure.

And suddenly...
That centered daisy thing began to shallow.
And at that point...
At that point I realized.
I was nothing.