my skin remembers the subtle sting of your hand in mine stringing me along city sidewalks, like a pinky promise you weren't sure you'd keep.  because you were never sure about me,  which made me want to be sure about you. i wore my feelings like a favorite dressto your six-foot story building.explored every compartmentalized nook,finding similarities tucked underneath differences. showed myself around,following every butterfly and what-if.stumbled through this house of mirrors,looking for ways our imperfections could fit. enamored with every quirk,talking options over coffee. i was willing to take the chancebut you stayed on the fence,for the poetics of…