Sparkatale

My heart did a double take
when our eyes met
from across the table.

I could tell by the way you held your gaze
– strong (your eyes warmed my body)
that you didn’t want to let go.

An imaginary rope, braided
with the memories of our past
tugged at our chests
(my body aches for yours)

Reality cut our rope
and dragged us back
into a world where
we never were.