Love Letter

 It was our elevator, 

the elevator you introduced me to

as silent an still 

you took me by the hand and waist,

somewhere I didn’t yet know,

somewhere out of the clear 

to hide and 

hide we did.

We hid our lips in each other briefer than a moment.

it was my first and it was another tacted onto your list,

it wasn’t special to you, 

though it was for me and very scary at first.

I tried to hide the fear of what that meant to me, 

but as we both remember I failed.

when it first happened and I walked away, 

I hated myself for it,

I hated that I didn’t reach back and pull you in for more, but

then I asked myself would you have wanted more from me anyway?

I later asked and saded you said yeah, but it was my fault we didn’t,

I apologized and explained, you said I was fine, so I was because you said so.

Each day,

We talked more,

I began to wake up

knowing you would call me and for so long,

you did so without fail.

Then I guess times changed, but you were busy, I get that

I constantly kept reaching out through, but at least you saw it, 

hopefully, some of them made your day, just like you’d make mine

On the one year anniversary of our meeting,

when I found out the truth,

It hurt me deeply