skate forward
on those rented
wings
and try your best
to let the
ICE
take you where it will

look up
at that oh-so-very-pro
thirteen year old in front of you
(yes, the one with the sundyed
brown hair
and the t-shirt)
and when she tells you your laces aren't tight
ask if she's not cold?

and tell her you're afraid to fall

just to watch her smile
and when you stumble
maybejustmaybe
she'll hold on to your hand
and let you find support
and strength
in those dark
half-innocent eyes

and let her go

stare
amazed
and thankfully not alone
as she jump-spin-jump-twirl-glides
beautifully
and impossibly
into your heart
on ice

and as she finally
steps off
that one last time
stand near the edge
lean// on that barrier
that keeps you
from rushing to hold her in your arms

casual
try
ask
for something
to remember her by
with her tinkling laugh! running
through your mind
you cross you fingers inside
and pray

and you know
that even though
she can't refuse
(she's way too nice for that)
you'll always see her
slipping in between
you and tomorrow's dreams
as the skater that stole you heart
on ICE

for kelvin
who i met at the ice rink
i'm/he's way to young/old for him/m even if he/i were interested
but it was inspiring telling you how badly you multitask