Breakup

Let’s go watch a movie,

you said, and I agreed.

Two hours in the dark.

I imagined

fingers sneaking slowly down.

A taste, if only just a little one.

A gentle kiss, a soft sensation

so long ago remembered.

Did it ever even happen?

Two fists intertwined,

 one within the other.

Fingers cold as ice.

Two eyes, screwed forward

Two hands, now filled with air.

Too many unkept hopes

to keep this thing alive.

Too late to reconsider

two hours in the dark.