Fifteen

You gripped my hand tightly
and led me up the stairs.
The room was cool and musty.
You played "Wildflowers"
and smiled your private smile.
Your pressed the lines
of your body against mine.
Your fingertips felt like
raindrops on my neck.
I realized what I had
as it was being taken from me.
I stared at the ceiling
and sang softly to myself.