Almost

We were like high school lovers
hand-in-hand not caring what others
may think or say what we do in front
of their face,
Our secret exchange under moonlight
days crave our lustful taste we pass
love notes away from his place,
He wrote down my name with ink I
thought would never drip as rain
pours on my fingertip,
It rinsed away and left a blurred shape
our inside exchange in crayon shades,
Unknown what we were told and
of forgotten united souls,
we begin to stray.