you held me
in what seemed to be my darkest hour
consoling me, rather passionately

as the car radio contradicted
my hysteric tears

you breathed,
"i'm here."

you frowned
at my tear-stained knees
and held me tighter

the vehicle came to a stop-
and as did your masquerade

you left me
with nothing as little as a goodbye
but your shoulder was soon covered
in a mass of curly blonde hair

she looked back at me in my sorrow
and gave me a wink,
"you'll miss him tomorrow."