He said he wants to give me everything. Here is what everything is to me.
His hair. Sandy blonde and wavy brushed back under a ball cap.
His eyes. Green like the shell of a turtle brought to life by the thick rimmed glasses he always wore.
The dumb T-shirt he wears sometimes with the picture of his favorite cartoon.
His long arms that he would hold me in and squeeze till I could hardly breathe.
His laugh and the way he looked at the ground when he smiled.
He would raise his head to meet my eyes, glowing like a child.
That look. That look that spoke more than his lips ever would.
Those lips. I cannot get over those lips that would kiss me so softly. Until the last soft kiss while pressed up against my car as we said “goodbye.”
Your walk. When you walked away forever.