Gia Raquel

With late August comes the hesitation

The infatuation settled harshly on the goosebumps of my arms

They are there only due to him

His fingers swirl across the lifelines of my palms

I can’t describe the natural placement of his body against mine

My lipstick still stains his neck

But I’ve grown beside the grass and climb these buildings

Just as the ivies aspire to do

And when he took my hand

I felt my cheeks flush

As if possibly

You were just a figment of something whole

I always chose to ignore

He played the music louder

To drown out the image of you

I think it’s working

When will I know?