Closing

Rustling of a plastic bag

Golden envelopes

A mustard turtle neck that you don't own

I don't know what to do within this minute

Do I leave? Or do I stay until my message has been received.

Luckily someone else is there. I talk to them instead.

I go on to pretend to be organized

Gliding my fingers atop the edges of the envelopes

I watch your face in the mirror as your smile turns into a tremble.

You look over to me with knowing, with connection.

You put down your note and polaroid's, still maintaining eye contact as we turn into a hug.

We stay there for a while, I look in the mirror.

It is an odd sight to see such a brightly colored man hugging a dark and angsty punk.

I hold his hair.

We pull away.

I hold his face.

I want him to kiss me.

I want him to kiss me so badly.

But he simply smiles.

I don't think he knew what to do in that moment, but even though he didn't kiss me.

There was love in those eyes.