by Nick Bihm
waters so still
i saw the sky reflected
you’re planning on making out with me in a peacoat
i’m okay with this
you take my hand that i finally offer and squeeze it in intervals to prove that we’re still here
we’re in your car with book jackets lining the back seat
i am here and i am blushing in the dark
i am blushing in the goddamn dark.
we watch ted talks until sunrise
you catch me saving pictures to look at when longing
next year you’re gone, and i’m not and i want you with trimmed bangs
i want you angry at me
or hurt by me
or anything ‘at’ or ‘by’ me
i once told you that i didn’t want to be married,
but i wanted to propose to someone
you offered your hand and said yes,
and now i’m widowed by the still waters.