Psych.

Friend.

The night was just supposed to be me, myself, and I.
Then you, my friend, happened. You called and spoke urgently. I was perplexed at your tone and allowed you to drive over. I sat on the tree swing while awaiting your arrival.
The hum of your truck engine drew a sort of comfort from my being. I was worried.
You parked and slid out, making your way towards me hastily. You explained your situation and I began to laugh. Was that it?
You grabbed my shoulders and attempted to speak seriously, but the smile took over your tanned face.
I always admired your smile. The way your eyes slightly turned into crescents and the years of laughing showed. You were handsome even if you didn't believe it yourself.
And I took it all in. The moment in which your hands found my shoulders and I tensed. To the moment where you pulled me closer to you and I noticed the music playing from your truck speakers. When we began to sway to the beat. The smiles never leaving our faces. Your hands slid down to rest on my hips, the reason for your arrival surely slipping from our minds. I, in turn, rested my arms on the back on your neck. I listened to you hum along to the song. I noticed more about you. Your intoxicating scent. The smoothness of your russet skin. The tickle of your well kept beard against my cheek.
And yet even then, I couldn't trust you, your ever wandering eyes, or the charm in your way speech. You were something I shouldn't have. Something I couldn't possibly capture because you would never stay. But as I swayed in your arms and you twirled me and we laughed once more, I found myself wanting to make this last.
Then, in an instant, the moment was gone, the feeling was hidden, and we were distant once more. Maybe it is because I do not use my words with you or because you are blind. Whether it be that, our moments are painful.
I don't want to slow dance in the dark anymore.