"Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away."
"He has come a long way from First Dance, eh?"
It was a harmless comment.
But your eyes darkened.
"Yes."
You sounded curt and cold.
Emerald eyes swept over me, cold and barren
reminding me of a malicious
and rancorous rainforest,
clashing so much with the fuzzy
green that always gazes from
beneath your eyelids.
"How's Reid?" you continued and I
winced.
"Good, I guess," I said.
It was hard to hide the sadness
in my voice.
But then, why am I feeling the urge to hide it?
"Lost all contact after high school."
For a second you looked dubious.
Then, guilty.
Then, disappointed.
Then, sorry.
Then, you walked away with no goodbye,
like that day when you first met Reid.
And darling, if I had known
eight years b a c k,
that that day was the start
of us f
a
l
l
i
n
g
a p ar t,
I swear,
I would've stayed there
instead of going off with Reid,
hearing 'First Dance' by
Justin Bieber
with you,
over, and over, and over again.
Though it had always been a little
too squeaky for me.