You were that girl; one for whom
someone as insanely in love as I could, fly
halfway across the face of the earth,
take the longer way home,
circumnavigate the world.
That afternoon standing facing a granite wall, looking at
your caramel eyes, you over my shoulder gazing at the
Years later you recalling that brief interlude – a vacation of sorts,
commented how I missed the beautiful sight.
And me, shaking my head slowly, my gaze locking yours, smiling and saying, ‘No’.