© 2019 HePo
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
When we finally got there,
you said that you had never been.
You are wrong.
Because on one July 22,
we all sat in the harsh light,
excited about the coming week.
You had great colorful plans.
You made me laugh.
I wrote about you.
I didn't know anything then,
but I know now that was the first time you made me smile.
But now as we filter in,
alone and in the dark,
we sat on opposite sides of the couch.
I hardly made eye contact.
I wish I tried to read you.
All I know is that you sat motionlessly,
hands in your lap,
for once kept to yourself as I slowly peeled back my cuticles.
I just remember staring at your sweater,
I thought it was funny how much it looked like mine.
Two months ago I just wanted your arm around me.
Today I wish I didn't squeeze so hard.
I realized that for the first time,
I'm no longer craving your fingers dancing across my spine.
I'm no longer craving you.
to view and add comments on poems