the most romantic
is all that never happened,
and there you skated
before the red light glow
of a city on valentines,
we are alone.
you glided smooth
and backwards in circles,
your ponytail twirling
like a paintbrush
in the wind.
i've created you freshly
blossoming in my head,
with my eyes and with my eyes
i knew i knew you,
before we glanced each other,
in a moment softly sniffling.
we never spoke, and never spoke
and nothing transpired
between our frozen dance,
between the deep circles
we carved around each other.
you untied your skates
and i gazed at mine,
our shy silence lingered
as the bus pulled away,
from an empty, silent rink.