It was the beginning of Spring – no flowers, yet.
Nothing, had bloomed.
I wore black.
He wore, everything I wanted to hear.
I shouldn’t have been so, so, so – eager.
He saw that, too.
And then he just – smiled.
As I saw my reflection dancing in his bright, green eyes,
I was more blinded by the fluidity of my movements – so steady –
when he was around – so careful – not to trip over my own voice…
I only wanted to hear him speak
anyway.
Dances and dances – he twirled me through the summer
down, down, down…around his finger these beautiful dances
of dishonesty.
And then he just – touched
Me. Everywhere.
We wouldn’t even be in the same room and I could feel his hands
all
over
my
body.
And then he just – said he loved me.
And it felt real.
And then it was gone