Your Ashes

You tapped my shoulder, lightly…eagerly… Before it happened, I sensed your eyes, And I turned ever so slightly, Your face in the corner of my eye Your face…it was serious… As if getting my attention was a chore It was a chore…to withhold all my tears… I absolutely love you—how sickened I am… You crush me in your green eyes… Those words…though few, annihilate me I am certain in your mind you were pleading for words You wanted to flee from my sight, but I was there first Sketching on my notebook, a girl in love-verse I know you meant to speak to me, To get it all over with… So that the chore could be over And you could return in your shell As I wallow in the suspense of my nervous hell I was not waiting for you to speak… I heard your mind before your hesitant touch As if you were fooling with fire… And I licked your fingers with burns I cherished your pained attention How foolish, how pitiable… I felt much, when you tapped my shoulder, So restlessly, so quickly, so frighteningly… I turned my head at you… The chance was yours to take I never meant to burn you… Now, alone, I must settle with your ashes……..