There was no measure of time,
only of tension in my neighbor’s
house. Four houses down, yet
I’d never been there before,
but here was where I was going
to spend the night. I could see it
in his eyes, the way he looked at
me amid room filling, general
conversation. A look that no one
else seemed to notice around me.
A gaze bore that right through me.
If the eyes are windows to the soul,
I was slipping on the sill, my hands
sweaty atop the pane – about to fall
into the abyss. He urgently leaned
toward me. I should’ve stopped him
then but I didn’t. I wanted to wait
and see if the kiss would be cheat
worthy. If bliss resided four doors
down from me. If the reflection
upon this moment in future time
would be filled with glee or regret.
My hands were in front of his shoulders;
undecided. Then my hands pushed him
away. For it was then that I realized,
the result simply would’ve been
wrong.