I saw a picture of us together. Your hand just touched the back of my shoulder. The camera was behind me. He looked at me- ever faithful. You leaned in. You wanted in on some of that magic that we shared. You wanted him to laugh at your jokes, too. Your eyes were captured, mid-dart between the two of us. You could never have the same. But in that photo, just in that moment, your hand was on it’s way down my back. Ready to run down my spine with that Knife of yours.