In love with you

I wasn’t

Hair falling across your face

Hands hesitating

Eyes glowing with

Me

I never saw

You

Thoughts ideas possibilities

Hyper-real dreams

Textures of life

Falling on an open palm

I was in love with

Intangibles

Unknowns I thought

Only I

Could be

As the glove crafted

Threads stitching

Nothing into something

More important

Hyperboles spin until

Goodbyes are

Said better

And hellos are

Pebbles

In a rippling pond

Mistaken for a wishing well

Slippery with pennies

Fingers lapping them up

Into an economy

As elusive as

Hope