When You Told Me That You Lost It

We were both embarrassed and at the same time relieved. Writing down the bones of my first time before you ever knew it. It was in April that you let yourself go and called me with the simple prompt: "You free?" I loved you then, driving through suburban Texas... with the sky so blue. And I told you you loved me, too. We both lost it and not to one another. Your voice has never settled well with me except the once you prayed aloud. Turning leaves over, singing Joppatown always. Your blue and gold eyes have never been ore honest.