maybe I'm just angry

That one time when we held each other's hands and we breathed slowly. Because the air was warmer than comfortable. The music was in the background and you said that you wish you could hear it better. Our feet hung over the worn and tired dock, suspending over the calm waters of an unnamed pond. Your eyes were burning in the moon light and I couldn't help but stare at them as they looked out to the lighted houses across the way. It was a good moment, really peaceful. We were content and happy in the summer's haze. But now I don't know where you are and I deleted your number out of my phone. The pond has been filled and the dock was collateral damage. I hope your eyes haven't changed though.