I thought I knew how you walked 

how the arch in your back curved towards the moon

that you step with thought of pharohs and those who walked before you

with chins parallel to the sun, because pride was all we were filled with back then 

You used to catch the hips of the one whom you almost loved 

I say almost because this is the only thing you faltered in 

the only thing you could not put your everything into 

That one 

you pushed and backed yourself into a corner when it came to that one 

all because you trusted and still trust no one

the feelings for that one that were once blazing smiles of the sun 

become and in turn became 

the hatred of her for the closeness that had formed 

bitter words now pass 

where we used to walk 

all saccharine golden like wool  freshly spun 

now I still relish in the fact that i'm that one 

the only one who still knows just how your back curves 

and how your lips part to form the simplest of words 

and that my hips are still the only ones that you caught and still catch 

under the blazing sun

and as the corner becomes close and too much to bear 

i see you come back to where our feet touched the pavement that sits under the thrones our people once graced 

all i ask is to remain that one 

and be the only soul who ever knew 

that your back truly does curve up towards the moon.