You

David.

I understand you now.

I understand the way you looked at me now.

I understand that the glint in your eyes had not been of love,

but of reverence now.

I understand the way you spoke to me now.

I understand the soft tone of your voice had not been of sentimental tenderness,

but of adolescent fondness now.

I understand the way you kissed me now.

I understand that the press of your lips had not been of desire,

but of consolation now.

I understand the way you distanced yourself from me now,

I understand that your silence had not been of disdain,

but uncertainty now.

I understand why you broke me now.

I understand you now.

                                                            Do you understand?