Mark

i remember mark.
his eyes were cerulean like the bright sky,
but his hair was black and
so
so
dark.

mark was popular.
and we thought
he was always happy.
but sometimes you could tell that he really wasn't,
like by the way he eyes sometimes went stormy and stone-cold,
and how he had to sometimes step outside of class to control his rage.
but his eyes were so beautiful
that the anger
didn't really matter.

mark
helped people.
and if somebody was sad,
or needed somewhere to stay,
mark was there for them.
and we thought we knew him.

when he kissed me on tuesday,
i thought i could feel the love.
he was wearing his favorite cologne that day
and his lips smelled like rhubarb and
dark chocolate.
and he told me that he loved me.
and when he touched me,
it felt electric.

i wonder if he loved me on wednesday,
and i wonder if his lips smelled like
rhubarb and dark chocolate.
I wonder if he remembered how it felt
and if he remembered telling me he loved me.
because i remember.