Sway
I think I
might be
flirting
with you;
laughing a
little,
or perhaps
not enough.
Somehow, I
became steady,
grounded
for a few
minutes last night,
forgetting
about
all
that
and I
think you did too.
(but I could be wrong)
Didn't
you see that
I was
shaking
at the
memory of what happened
(and all
my stupidity)?
Didn't
you see that
I'm
envious of the brightness
you've
adopted since my departure?
Didn't
you see that
my nails
dug into my palms
as if to
say
'I'm
sorry'?
And more
importantly,
do you
accept it?
It could
be just me again,
all
foolishness and whim,
but I'm
fond of entertaining myself
with the
possibility that
it's
not.
(notes: getting something out of my system is all)