I should have kissed you then,
When our smiles and eyes were drunken and content.
I waited to find if it was true love or ethanol,
but really, I didn't even care what it meant.
When our toes touched
on the smooth marble floor
and I noticed everything,
your dimples and the glasses you wore.
The day you bought me pie in the rain,
And cake - one of every kind.
You were soaked and delicious and almost mine,
I must've been out of my mind.
When the hazy heat settled heavily
on our summer skin,
And your cool fingers on my back
traced out irresistible sin.
I should have kissed you and more,
Shouldn't have let it fizzle and end.
I could have loved you,
But now you're just an 'almost', you're a sad poem, you're a Facebook friend.
