You could have been a love song, boy,
Had your lips curved just a little more softly around my name.
Your hands had never been rough but oh-
Those lips left more than their fair share of bruises.

& I love(d) you still.
Nothing seems to be able to make me decide truly on the tense of that word.

But tonight, it is love,
Because you held me as I shook & cried,
Even though you shouldn’t have.

Yes…
Tonight it is love.
Because you miss falling asleep outside
In the park, nearly a lifetime ago.
You miss pulling me slightly away, and then all the closer,
Just to hear me breathe out squeaky surprise.
You miss- and it is enough.

I miss the shapes your hands make- coiled against strings,
Tracing their way across my back,
Forming to mine.
…so many other things.

I learned long ago that one night can change everything.
Was that tonight?