It was just about dark
You know that time of day
When murky shadows touch even the most harmless of surfaces with malice
It felt that way
Your hand was heavy in mine
Clammy, stiff with regret
"It's complicated."
silence
Tears choked my reply
All I could think of was the rush
Butterflies you gave me that never died
They fluttered still in their death throws
There was nothing left to say
I did as best I could to make a graceful exit
Kissed your cheek softly in goodbye
Pulling my fingers from your limp grip
And turned away

*It is always in the looking back that we regret