Amethyst

He watched her as her face lit up
the glow of soft amethyst from
the nightlight above.

Evening walks something
of tradition, their nightly
gossip session.

She would tell him of her
latest bo, and he would tell
her about his random girl.

They would laugh as he recoiled
in fear when the neighbors cat hissed
in the shadows.

She would buy her time,
then ask cautiously about his mother:
knowing his response, but allowing him the
release he needed.

He knew her intentions meant well,
but it still stung. How to let that pain pass:
telling her of the newest plans to fix mom.

The night grew dark quickly
as the smell of rain pressed into
the lower air and they could no longer
see the glow of the nightlight.

He thought momentarily that he
had seen that glow on her skin again,
but shook it away.

As they stopped to watch the for
“falling stars” he realized the moon
had hidden for the evening. After what
seemed hours she brushed the side of his
arm and asked where he was.

Slightly taken aback by the reaction of
his body to her touch. He shrugged knowing
the small room he had envisioned all to well.

As they returned to the spot where the nightlight
shown in a light shade of amethyst, he
allowed himself one more transgression
of the mind. He bid her good night then returned
to his home.

As he began to the door he thought he felt her
brush against his leg. He turned to meet her,
laughing as he jumped. There lay the neighbors
cat; tail still tickling his leg.