The Two Month Dream

In the dark bar our eyes were locked

broken only by glances at each other’s smile

and your brief cigarette breaks

where I sat, long purple dress

and a soda float in hand.

Those days I took your nonchalance as mystery.

More bar nights, less eye contact

only a brief squeeze of my knee

as I sat alone

in a crowded room.

Each time another man would ask “are you ok?”and I would offer 

the same sad smile I’ve seen on women my whole life.

Later you held me as I drunkenly cried

rare tears of insecurity

saying softly “baby please, I love you”.

Yet in the morning you stared

silently out the kitchen window.

Perhaps you never saw the universe in me after all.