Sighting

I had black/brown hair.
I was wearing black leggings
and a green plaid shirt
with flip flops on…

I still remember you.

The store didn’t go quiet that day.
It sounded like two magnets
pulling and resisting each other in play. The chemical kind too strong to fight, but too dangerous to fully give in.

It wasn’t you that scared me.
It was what you did to my entire
nervous system.
I had never felt that kind of
electricity before
I thought I would combust.

I was afraid though.
I thought that if you found out the truth about me, you would change your mind.
I wasn’t prepared for that kind of heartache, so I left.
I ghosted the moment
before it could ghost me.

I still write poetry about you.

I spend most of my days
grieving your ghost in silence,
still hoping you will follow
the trail of digital petals
I leave out like roses on your grave.

Devotion, that is my promise to you.