Flood

I fell in love with your eyes; the rest came slowly. Deep oceans of blue, calculating my every move as a I clumsily try to maneuver my body against the rhythm of yours. Every step a melody in this story; 1,2,3, 1,2,3 as we tumble towards remembrance. I was never afraid to stare, desire and curiosity holding my gaze against yours for just a second too long. I remember brushing my fingertips upon the stitches on your wrist, the rigid scars of times you wanted to forget, times you wished we could have rewritten with the echos of our laughs against the sound of city. Fear eats at us on our worst days, gnawing at our stained memories and spoiled stories as we run away, footsteps pounding on pavement. It is broken glass on the empty stairwell, shimmering tauntingly as we stumble down the steps and cut our ankles, bruise our ribs. Revision is bittersweet, deleting and erasing until we are numb and washed clean of the grime.
It is raining on the observation deck of the Empire State building. Why are you so sad?