The Halftime Show

“Let’s go.” I tugged at your arm 

(Or was that your heart?)

I walked aimlessly, 

aiming to hold your hand.

“This is going to be beautiful.”

I looked up when really, I was looking for you.

You stood there beside me and for a second, I found you.

For a second.

I got lost in the sight of the bursting light

and I lost you.

In a second,

It was the end of the halftime show.

To you,

I’m a second.

Never the first.

Never the last.