G L I T T E R

2- W O R R I E D

Then I saw you
The heat no longer mattered
I no longer felt W O R R I E D

You were there
Tattoos on your arms
Sweat on your brow

You sung into the microphone
As your deft fingers worked at the guitar
I had never seen anyone like you before

Your jaw tightened
Black jeans and shirt soaked
The instrument in your arms

My breath hitched in my throat
But not because of
the heat