We stood in front of my house after our very first date
Shy smiles, flirting eyes, and hearts beating at a growing rate
We said our thanks and in overwhelming bashfulness you fled
But after a moment of hesitation, you dashed back and pressed a kiss to my cheek flushed redBursting through the garden gate
Swinging between the trees, I saw your eyes grow elate
Hidden by broad leaves and vibrant flower beds
Orange monarchs flitted around our headsWe sat on the hood of your car
Watching as the moon disappeared with the last nighttime star
Banishing the dark, the sun rose and light filled the endless space
The bright rays splashed yellow across your grinning faceYou were my lucky charm
My one in a million, a bright green four-leaf clover I'd protect from any harm
I foolishly assumed that I was your one in a million
That is until I watched you walk away in search of your one in a billionAnd so the only source of blue in my once aquamarine eyes
Became the reflection of the heavens as I threw limbs and face to the skies
For each time my eyes stared longingly at the door with dismay
They faded little by little to greyAnd now I sit opposite the bathroom mirror
My face etched with new lines each day, making my story of heartbreak clearer
The only sources of color left on my gaunt face
Are the memories drowning below each eye in the dark purple space
YOU ARE READING
Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence