love hung at the tip of my tongue.
i told him, “leave me in the fire, you
can’t save us both” before juggling
emotions with infantile carelessness &
letting ash turn to stone.
love hid behind curtains of hair.
though articulacy wasn’t her forte,
she never played mute on paper
graffiti in bathroom stalls mocking
the school bully were her work
love found no pride in conceding
defeat till she was dared to walk away.
after 1 step forward & 2 steps backwards
she was in your arms again while time
mingled with tomorrow & today.