it was colder than it looked and dusk was upon us.
you said this was your favorite time of day.
i took that in two ways.
the twilight with the lazy bugs and dusty sun set.
or the time spent with me.
we spotted a snail on our path.
it was a pristine green little thing.
it shrank right up when i touched it.
its innocent fear made me just about as joyful as a child in the snow.
we moved it from the path and you made a little bed for it out of leaves.
you played along with my excitement and i wanted to cry from gladness.
we walked along and didn't touch.
i could smell you in the breeze and i melted like lazy flowers on a hot day.
i breathed in and out and felt like i wanted to touch you.
i didn't and i just looked up at you instead.
i saw blonde mixed with dwindling sun.
i looked away though i wish i didn't have to.
we walked fast like we had somewhere to be but all the while we were just retracing our tracks.
we walked all around and i didn't notice the blisters until i got home.
i didn't want to go every time we passed my house.
i took all cues from you though and our time ended.
you left me in the driveway and that was the first time it had felt awkward.
i feel like i want more.
more sun.
more air.
more talk.
more walk.
more smell.
more touch.
more time.
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