An Emotional Reaction to an Historical Event

I cried when the Berlin Wall fell.

I stood motionless while the wind tried to steal me away.

I took off your hat so I could kiss your proud forehead.

I stepped on the cracks while you kept your hand around my wrist.

I slept under the table in my parents’ house the night my brother died.

I wrote this for you just to prove that I could.

You worried that your pants were too short for the time of night.

You pictured me in your grandmother’s knitted sweater.

You wished that the moon would always be full.

You studied my face next to yours in your mirror.

You explained that you were leaving on an African safari.

You sat on my bed and tried to tell me good-bye.

I painted you a picture of a sunset and hung it on your wall.

I called your bluff when you showed up at my door.

I laughed at your wine-stained lips at the end of the night.

I rested my head on your chest and listened to your heart beating.

I put a glass in your hand then called you to bed.

I sang in your ear and convinced you to stay.