It was still warm.
The light in the parking lot
illuminated your face
made your tears glisten
graced the curve of your nose.
The glimmer in your eye
told me what you felt.
I touched your cheek,
wanting to comfort you
when I could not comfort myself.

It was late.
We stayed too long.
I was almost to my car
when I realized
I had to say goodbye.
The memory of a soft kiss
and I
turned around
for three words.
I know you heard me.