3. what the air told me
Oh, I saw many shiny things this summer.
Everything glistens in the sun like oil on skin.
I was nauseous from all the walking.
Everything came in so bright in august.
I was toasty then toasted.
I couldn’t see straight.
Everything appeared like light back then.
It was hard to know what wasn’t a mirage.
I knew you could be one.
As soon as I left the room.
I hoped you weren’t one.
As soon as I got home.
I could feel you move me.
I could feel you meant for me.
I knew you were for a big reason.
I read about it in the details.
I didn’t know how destined we were.
But as fate would have it, I figured it out.
I wanted to tell you but didn’t know how.
We have to have free will.
We have to make our own choices.
I kept hoping you’d choose me.
I felt the gravity shift as I opened the door.
Something in the way the air whispered told me.
This was a first day in the history of me and us.
I watched as you put your hair behind your ears.
So beautiful with your nervous ease.
I don’t know how you do it.
No one holds back their love for you.
You’re my favorite mirror to see me in.
It’s sad your shine was only metaphorical.
You’re someone to keep the faith for.
But you didn’t get down on your knees
and pray for me too.
You combusted into dust
and became my next black hole.
Bye, bye.