In your green dress staring up at eyes that hold the world
your heart speaks the picture
you keep on your laptop for all to see.
I used to wonder if it was all just a come back at the
sad bad boy that could only toy with your feelings.
When this one
a man
asks for more limes for you now,
holds your hand while you laugh crossing the street,
and you laugh while spilling your Sprite
again
I know
it was never for a game.