the birds were singing
and the stars gleaming
the spot was beautiful
and perfect for a
secluded movie and
stargazing

that's what i
asked for anyway
but it was your
birthday and
you had other plans

i was so naive
not dumb because
you'd been so
sweet, so reassuring
no signals that
you wouldn't listen

but you didn't

and with each
no, the birdsong
faded while the
terror flooding
my veins
grew to a roar
in my ears

until it was too
loud to hear you
and much too loud
to say one more
no

and apparently my silence
was a yes