That day when we first spoke,
your first words to me were
'Your fingers look cute'.
To which I replied
that I didn't think so,
that my fingers were too thick and my nails shapeless.
You said that
they were the most beautiful fingers
you'd ever seen
pink nail paint suited them.
I fell in love
pink nail polish
Every time we met,
you made it a point to tell me that
my fingers were beautiful,
rubbing against them with yours
and smiling that crooked smile of yours
when I blushed.
Each of our meetings, every step of our love story
was witnessed by that pink nail polish, as if to bear testimony
to our secret relationship.
That day when you confessed that there was someone else,
my fingers broke down before I could.
I asked you point blank
you'd been calling her fingers cute too.
Your silence was chilling.
The pink nail paint bottle is empty, just like my life without you.
'Now, who's there to call us lovely?'
my fingers ask me.
I have no reply.