Just One Second
The moon is half full.
Around us, the streetlights wear a halo of grime.
Ahead, an old friend waits for us.
But right here,
Right now,
There is only us.
We’re awkward,
But it’s not an awkward moment.
We’re cold,
But our hearts burn.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
But you don’t need to be sorry.
“I’m fucked up,” you say.
But you’re perfect to me.
“I’m a wreck,” you explain.
But, if that’s true:
Broken, you are still more wonderful
Than any unbroken girl.
I want to say
I’ve never felt this way before.
But that’s a lie.
Every time I’ve seen you
I’ve felt this way.
But never so strongly as now.
We pull apart.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
This time it’s my turn to hold you close.
You don’t ever need to be sorry to me.
