Fifteen

He said I look the same,

I feel the same...

That on the inside I'm still fifteen

though within

I feel without.

I lied

but whatever

I could tell that he was lying to

expecting

the afterglow

to burn

brightly

a year after I kissed him last.

He asked about the future

but my mind was filled with the past.

He said I sound the same

he said he still felt...

Something,

as though being fifteen again would be so great,

I wouldn't wish it on anyone

let alone myself.

I bit my lip

and swallowed hard

the new shade of his skin

his eyes

darker

somehow;

his arms

longer

in some way.

I clenched up

hearing

that song overplayed in my ears

feeling

the intake of breath

mingled

with my own

when he kissed me sweetly

before

everything

in some way

changed us.

This situation is easy

for me to loose it;

he said that I look like I was still fifteen

but to me,

he had clearly changed.