about that moment
her frayed jeans fluttered
on the bench right next to me
as she tucked a stray blonde hair, a long
strand of a whisper lassoed around
on fingertips
i dug my palms into the slats
and pretended not to hear me
fumbling
with my basket full of words
as i bent under a feeling that refused to cooperate, that bowed
like heavy-laden flowers, full of next year's promises
and i, too, unapologetic,
took her hand in mine and vowed.
~
RNH
