I thought it would be raining...

I thought it would be raining.

We met in a haze.

My dress was tight,

pink and black stripes.

I was a dreamy queen bee,

all pastels.

Drunk on nectar,

saving a smile for you to kiss.

We don’t take many pictures.

There’s one for each year,

left unframed,

just in case it’s too good to be true.

I thought we would be barefoot

but this wasn’t our place

where we leave our shoes at the door.

This was before.

You were watching me.

Subtle,

I almost couldn’t tell.

I thought I would be smiling

and I was.

One look from you can do that.

I know that now.

I worry about us sometimes.

Being this deep,

I keep waiting for that moment when

the fire goes out.

As if there will be a day where you look at me

and I could be anyone.

In the margins live the doubt,

seeded from failed relationships that you had no part of.

There was no looking away from those knowing eyes.

The lamps danced in smoke.

Twilight hands and falling dominos.

Your eyes twinkled,

no longer heavy with a love lived and lost.

All of that faded away, away.

Replaced with what could be.

So, I thought it would be raining

but the skies were clear

and the moon was almost as high

as we were.