grape popsicles

You know who I'm talking about.

The world doesn't need to know, you know it is enough.

It was quiet at first. We both stared at each other, a few feet apart, me just staring into those deep hazel pools I'd love to look into.

So we stood there. For a moment I thought you were just going to leave. Then I hear your breath tremble. You slowly walk to me, and hug me, burying your face in my hair.

Your hands are trembling, and I sink to the floor, just us kneeling to the grass, the world is revolving around this one moment, the last moment we can see each other for who knows how long.

We sit on the porch, your arm protectively over my shoulder, us eating popsicles. You hate cherry flavored. So I bought all the grape flavored ones for you.

Then you need to leave. I hold in the tears. You hug me again, but this time you kiss me on the forehead. We trade numbers, and then yo walk into the car, and I wave as you leave, you waving back until I'm nothing but a speck in your window.

I look at the popsicle stick you left on the porch. I take it and slip it in my pocket.