Ethan, tuxedos and you
went hand in hand,
making each other look
flawless.
Charming.
Tempting.
But just like you from
eight years back,
you looked as tired as ever.
"What's wrong?"
my voice was just a whisper,
silent enough to get lost in the
city l i g h t s and the wild chatter.
You looked up with unhappy eyes.
Smoothing your satin lapel,
you took the almost witheredrose
from your jacket pocket
and tucked it behind my ear,
ruffling my knotty hair.
Shaking your head, you whispered back:
"Nothing, Artis.
Just a bad night.
Again."