the instant I see you
on the street. I lower my face
so, our eyes don’t meet. I act as if
we are strangers, and my insides flutter
like butterflies flitting from flower
to flower. You have that power over me.

I die
in the blackness of night
shadows on the wall
my tormented dreams, I
see as real. But it
isn’t as it seems.

I die
as I stare at the picture
of you, that electric smile
and eyes sea blue. The olive skin
and ebony hair, the swing
of arms flying in the air.

I die
as a memory pops up
of the walks through
the park, you cupping my hand,
the talks we shared of
all our plans. The wind waltzing
through the trees, and the crunch of
red leaves under our feet.