Blue

It only hurts when you're heading to the kitchen sink and can't make it with words stuck in your throat and the tight feeling in your stomach won't stop aching and you try and try to make your hands stop shaking but you keel over and cry.

Love didn't happen the second night when you laughed with me and held my face in your hands and told me you were falling for me. Love didn't happen when you shook every fear I ever believed in and held me so close I could die. Love happened when you stared at my reflection on the TV screen with your hand on your chin when you thought I couldn't see you and you reached over and held me closer than you had before for just a moment before you looked at me.

I stare at you through mirrors and windows and car doors and sunglasses, your reflection gathering dust in my mind. I stare at you on all those hard surfaces, knowing that looking directly into those soft eyes will blind me.