Jonathan

Soft winds nibbled at your fingertips,
coaxing them out of your pockets;
playing with your wispy, flyaway hair
mousy brown, and tinged with the slightest hint
of sunlight and gentle nature

And you’d lean in gently on my shoulder,
whispering that there was nothing beyond
what we could ever know with logic
as your fingers grasped mine in an awkward progression
that led to a sense of belonging -but oh so precariously!
I leaned in to kiss your neck, but you told me that
you were too scared I might bite. We both knew the reason
was because you had been replaced.

Papers flew as the wind lifted up their spirits
that flitted away from sight, out of the window.
Thin air vanished as cars flew past,
picking up white sheets and imprinting on them
lovingly engraved black treads. The bus
creaked slowly to a stop at the red light,
giving us a chance to recoil against the inertia
in our souls, pushing us forward and wanting us to move on
despite our hesitation.

The sun set quickly that night. Rays of pearly,
golden, shimmering cobwebs painted the air against backdrops
of magenta and indigo hues, vanishing quickly
into the regal velvet of the night sky
The wind softly nibbled at our ears as we walked on.
Leaves flew up from the ground, as the wind tousled your hair
that fell into your eyes flecked with golden mahogany

Night shimmered in your doe eyes as you
leant in slowly to whisper eloquent words
explaining the mysteries of the universe,
and mathematical formulas that
demonstrated the utter complexity of its Being,
and how all of it could be summarized in the
codes you found in your proclaimed holiness.

You used your logic to explain why
your lips brushed past mine so quickly.
I asked you to promise me that it never actually happened.
You agreed that it was an illusion as well, and
your turned back faced me as we strayed farther from our past.
I traced your faint outline as you walked home in the rain

And we were alone for the only time in our lives-
for the rest of our lives.