i was merely a consideration
they way i dressed up for you, parted my hair just right and asked my mom how i looked.
i was a momentary high for you.
the way i spent time asking God to show me the answer. after all, His timing is perfect.
i was easy to let go of, worst of all
the way i held on for too long.
i was to you, far less than the other way around.
the things i remember most about this night;
the martini, the ceviche and the way you made me feel