All I saw
was your hand
when you handed me the glow sticks
and, ever willing to assist,
shyly snapped them around my wrist
and asked if I wanted more.
All I had
was everything;
promises of sunshine that you never made to me,
the bracelets glowed intense and cold
against my skin and made me bold.
Bold enough to dance with you.
All I felt
was panic
when the mocking red of your taillights disappeared.
I hoped you were not leaving me
with nothing but a memory,
but I was blinded by the shining neon night.
Now,
all I am
is this—
left behind with these, your parting gifts:
dead glow sticks, so brief but bright;
my eyes still s
All I saw
was your hand
when you handed me the glow sticks
and, ever willing to assist,
shyly snapped them around my wrist
and asked if I wanted more.
All I had
was everything;
promises of sunshine that you never made to me,
the bracelets glowed intense and cold
against my skin and made me bold.
Bold enough to dance with you.
All I felt
was panic
when the mocking red of your taillights disappeared.
I hoped you were not leaving me
with nothing but a memory,
but I was blinded by the shining neon night.
Now,
all I am
is this—
left behind with these, your parting gifts:
dead glow sticks, so brief but bright;
my eyes still s