I remember clearly
the way love said my name
the way his breath felt under mine
the way love puts his hand on his back

I remember clearly
just how much I loved his plaid shirt
and his messy handwriting
and when the way his voice missed out a tune

I used to tremble down
into dandelions
every time love talked to me
with his eyes
full of unctuousness

I've known love
all my life
I know how love picks up his pencil
and how love sheds a tear
I know all of his jokes by heart

we exchanged gentle nods
that day
when I realized
love isn't mine
when I know love didn't stayed
I grazed his finger one last time
as I whispered,
"It's been a pleasure, we’ll be fine."