We locked eyes
And mouthed “I
love you”
With the excuse
of a song
Playing in the
arena around us.
You were wearing
jeans and heavy boots;
I remember
because they thudded loudly
On my carpet
later that night
When the right
people made the wrong decisions.
We touched noses
and I held you there,
The gentle
slopes of our faces
Crashing down
with waves of dopamine
That lit the
world with a feigned fire of forged emotion.
The butterfly kisses
were my favorite;
My wings were
too short and yours tickled.
Sometimes we’d
make them fly to each other,
And our lips
would barely brush but that was enough.
“You’re a
strange, strange girl,” you said,
and I breathed
in deep to save every last molecule of you.
It was the only
way you knew how to say “I love you”
When the music
stopped and there was nothing to fill the silence.