confUSion - A

Written by: Emm 'n Ashe Lemons

We spoke forever
And then some more
He called
We both stood on our balconies
Watching the moonlit sky above
Laughing about those stories
That compare the stars with love
He closed his eyes
So that he could see
The sight before me
The red moon setting into the sun
And the ocean rising up into the red moon
A flash of green light
A dash across the sky
Fireworks and
Or shooting stars
He makes his wish
But he won't dish
He says he was hasty
Not sure he wanted it to come true at all
I pondered and pestered
But he wouldn't tell
He set a date for his confession
Friday, he said
Friday, he'll tell
So far apart yet so close together
We held up our hands and closed one eye
And as one, we wrap our pinky around the moon
A pinky promise
A lunar pinky promise
He mocks it
I mock it
Laughs at the sight we must be
Laugh at the irony
The moon isn't constant I say
He says he will always be (constant) with me
He laughs again
With me
At us
I ponder and pester
He says I must know it, it's obvious
I don't
Next night
He tells me we speak too much
And my fear bubbles out
Fear of loss
Fear of abandonment
And a sense of "I told you so"
I thought he was leaving
Never to speak to me again
Friday, he promises
He worries about my reaction
I worry about his action
We part
I remember
He stared nonstop
To make me feel awkward
I blush, I laugh
I make eye contact
And actually see them
So gray so green
Somewhere lost in between
They do make me drown
And ever since then
I cannot look him in the eyes
Without feeling a spark
A tantalizing reviving heart warming terrifying spark
But I deny
Underneath the waterfall
Only him and me
Hiding away
Separated
Together
So far apart
Laughing
I felt it that night
But I still deny
So, I lay alone
Under the moonlit night
With the stars
That relate to love
And I assume
I try to think of anything other than 
What I think it is
What I fear it is
What I've always feared would be
I must prepare myself I say
To face these fears one day
And that day may be tomorrow
My heart flutters at the thought
I do not think
That on that flash of green
He wished for me
But I do fear it
And it's my only assumption
I must prepare
What I would do
Assuming it came true
I know not what I will do
Will I say yes or runaway
So I will see him tomorrow
I say to myself: 
"To be with you
Or to be true
Do I love you?
But I know
That tomorrow you will tell me
That on that streak of light
In the moonlit night
Underneath the lovers' stars
You wished for a bar of Mars"