He grabbed my hand
But he meant to grab his phone
To call the girl he truly loves.
Now he’s confused
Because he is reminded that my skin
Sparks with his in a way that he has never seen before.
He holds my hand in his,
And plays with my fingers–
His mind– wondering if my lips will still spark with his,
But he doesn’t try to kiss me.
Now, I’m watching him
Our eyes searching the whites in each other’s
As if the blank space will provide us with answers.
What have we done?
But before we can find one
His phone rings.