I walked up to your ghost today
I tapped it on the shoulder and said
Hey, remember me?
Your eyes sawed through my core
And you enticingly replied
Of course I do
I embraced that sentence
Its structure instantly mending
A broken part of me
I touched your arm
Your eyes followed in a silent response
I felt a heat well up in me
At first reserved
But then I recalled
My teasing is what made you go away
I quickly grasped your arm
My knees hid their fragile form
With a beckoning pull and a pretty sway
I whispered
I need this; I’ve been aching for you
You brushed my cheek with your thumb
Take it; I’ve been aching for you too
I kissed you as though a vow
My heart’s drone changing
Into a familiar tune
And soon
You took control
Biting my lip
Wrapping your hand behind my neck
Pulling me as close as you could achieve
I could feel your attitude
Sifting through
And immediately
I was one with you
But instead of relieving more desire
I felt what I had done to you
My thrashing words
Stuck to the back of my throat
All my need for making you sore for my devotion
Rummaged through my soul
Propelling your pain in every direction
You looked at me as if troubled
My shame burbling out, bright red
I shook my head
I’m so sorry
I never knew
You glided over me
As thunder clapped
And a façade of pleasantries
Fell from your eyes
And the part of me that you had just mended
Died
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The beautiful art accompanying this poem is entitled Summer by Niculina Florian



