At the end of the
blazing summer
I will be there
and you will be across the
great big pond
that divides
our earthly souls.

I never noticed,
you said.
I never noticed the way your
eyes lit up when I entered the room or
how you lingered,
always trying to hold my attention
or the way your lips curved into
a pleasured grin when
I grabbed you round the waist
and twirled you,
like in the movies.