the breeze

a prose poem i wrote in the summer a couple of years ago.

the breeze blew me into you. my snowcone -- half-frozen, half-melted -- landed right on your shirt: right above your heart. frantic and embarrassed beyond all measure, i attempted to wipe my stain from your shirt. no, please you said, it's not your fault. but it is, i apologized and mumbled something about my clumsiness at you. and you chuckled. you, chucked. f**k did you chuckle. you took a step back and and looked me straight in the eyes: really, you said, it's not your fault -- accidents happen. i tried to hide it, but rose buds peeked their way through my cheeks. you smiled. you smiled at me and in that moment the ocean waves of your eyes rolled over me. the sun shined onto me through your smile, the butterfly in my soul began to flutter. i was empty. i was full. you completed me in that moment. in that moment there was nothing but the ocean of your eyes, the sun of your smile. i was in paradise: tropic and hot. then breeze blew into me and ripped me from my paradise. wiping your shirt clean of my snowcone, my stain, my only presence with you, you looked around and said something about a meeting; something about a life i wasn't apart of. could never be apart of. i apologize one more time about my snowcone before the breeze blew you away from me.  

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[Ace Jaxon]

This basically reminds me of the first time i ever fell in love