Critical Thinking

Critical Thinking

She swallowed the last

of my breath,

I had a taste for the dramatic;

melodramatic

melodrama.

Her touch warmed my heart

to boil,

I was tricked into the ocean

down below 

deep waters.

She held my hand in public.

Placed ideas in her pockets

and in my head,

she had whispers 

that could wake me in dreams.

I followed her unconditionally.

Conditionally.

Conditional.

I could feel her fingers loose

and pull away,

emptying her pockets

along the way.

And when she stopped,

pouring pebbles from her shoes,

I watched her slip

as she smiled “Good-bye.”