You dragged yourself along
Trudging your feet
And squinting in
The sunlight,
You laughed at the way
We interlace our fingers,
And how it seemed different
This time.

Your pupils widened
And you smiled at me,
Sitting in my car
In a gas station parking lot
I felt gloom and
Your bumbling fingers
On me
Made my skin crawl.

'Twas not fair of me
Substance altered your filter
And out slipped the truth
In that state I felt
You slipping away from me
I wanted to please you
The passion I harbor
For you
Sways my moods
Like a willow tree,
*Je t'aime
Je t'aime
Je t'aime.