She cares nothing for our vows or for my declarations of love. She waits until she thinks I'm asleep before leaving but I watch her from the shadows.
She meets knights wearing armour of oily jeans and Grateful Dead tee-shirts. They whisk her away, spitting grit and gravel, on a black-and-silver steed named Harley. Drifters just passing through. When they're gone, she'll find others...plenty of others.
I tell myself a man should stand tall.
Be a man.
One of these nights, I'll confront her. Deliver my ultimatum and to hell with consequences.
I take a deep breath as the torn piece of paper shook in my grip. This was silly, I wasn’t 12 and confronting a crush. I looked at the swirl of smoke taking over the wall. I was supposed to walk into it. I took a step closer which got cut off by a hand gripping on to my wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Finding out what love is.”
“You should know already.” He snatched the paper, threw it in the swirl which made it close up and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “I’ve always loved you, you know?.”