We laughed along the way –
brushing our sleeves against one another’s.
I asked silly questions —
but was only curious –
Did you like flowers?
Did you love me?
It was a crash course
that tangled us in the weeds.
You carved my initials into your inner thigh
with a jagged stem –
not being careful or cautious of your artery,
you shielded me from your actions and
the tears that clung to the corners of your mouth.