Perhaps it was in that particular
MOment when it was finally confessed that
ThE lives of the two became marked and
ParT of her would always have the truth of lies
We’d hear all the time that we’d understand when we’re older,
but no one ever said that there’d be
Remember how I would yield for you?
Yield, stop thought
I would think,
what am I doing? and
I tell you, “There are weeds in your hair, ”
and you squint up, roughened at the knees,
dirt between the frays of your jeans
and on the angle of your jaw.
If I were to be truthful
you would know that I do not simply love you
and that I do not simply bend for you
I was going to stand in front of you.
I was going to make you smile like
fresh cupcakes on your birthday or
a non-platonic Valentine.
When this started, you were tall
You were all the way up there, a statue.