The popular belief must be
That I do not recollect
The twisted color of the perfect shade of blue
That gleamed at the corner of my right ear
And followed the string of brown wave to its tip
Inspecting its every characteristic

They must not condone
That I still recall
The sharp red of your lips
As the wind blew its stuttering gaze
To make you shutter, almost unnoticeably
And the color draining from your face
Only enunciated the features

Even as I let myself fall
Into the shading darkness
That would end soon enough
You caught me
Before the heel of my boot
Could graze across the tilted rise of the ground

I heard the beat of your heart that day

It thumped swift and fast all the same
I could feel it through the layers
Of perfectly assembled clothing
Worn just for sight of your gaze

I’m not quite sure
What your eyes looked like right then
As I had peered mine away
To inspect the pattern of the pavement
For I’m sure I would have blushed
To a soft shade of peach
If I had caught a glimpse of it

You titled my face
Up towards yours
But instead I had shut my eyelids
And laughed
It was a crisp laugh
That echoed among the walls
Of the barren building we were leaned upon

Oh no,
That was not the first time you kissed me
But it is the one I do reminisce
As the harsh beat of your heart
Sped to a ricocheting ensemble
Of an adored musician

Oh but I thought
You had said you failed at every instrument
But you had a rhythm to your being, you see

It was in the way you pulled me closer
And your lips slowly parted
Releasing a soft comfort, that spoke
Everything would be alright

Darling,
You may have not known
But what I loved
Is that I had endeavored
With an artist