before security swallowed me whole
and I calculated how much explaining
you'd have to do,
if I kissed you right there.
I wouldn't have had to deal,
could have stolen
through the frosted doors
without a glance back,
left you to blank looks
and questioning eyes.
I hesitated, arms around you,
working up the nerve.
But I pulled away,
without even brushing my lips
across your cheek.
And I'm not the type of girl
who has regrets,
but god,
I regret that.
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