I remember the length of my skirt
(ten years ago now)
and the way you looked at me
with asphalt grey eyes-
people always said were blue
but in them I saw a gloom,
which at first I had hoped to fix,
until the cataracts of fog
became a darkness
I had stepped too far into
wearing a skirt which was meant
to be worn below the knee
(school rules)
but crept up my thighs
along with your asphalt grey eyes-
people always said were blue,
but you knew what you were doing
with my naivety, didn’t you?
In response to day 22: asphalt, #rainasmprompts
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally