All the eyes stared at me
like I am their TV and the cameras are truly their popcorn.
Words were spoken with difficultly.
The words were hard to be expressed though the mouth,
but conveyed flawlessly with a look and a soft smile.
Tears bled down his rough cheek.
The whole room felt clammy.
The fake silk lining of my jacket rubbed against me.
Something wet escaped the organs that I see out of.
I was holding roses.
White and red.
They were in vases,
not plastic wrapping from the store.
This took planning.
Planning to make me feel special.
A smile was etched on his face.
A smile was etched on my face.
I do not think I could have taken it down even if I wanted to.
I did not.
This was special.
This moment was special.
I do not really remember the words
I remember the feeling.
I was glowing.
Holding white and red roses.