Glass light
Time splits at moments like this
Oh
I remember
My heart wants what it wants
The lights were turned off
But we could see fine
Natural light
Through the glass onto your face
Blink
I tell myself I'm not ready
To teach you salsa steps
To push your hair back
To memorize your neck
I tell myself I'm not ready
To learn where you got that dress
I tell myself I'm not ready
But I am