Understanding the Understatement

Your skin is brimmed with pictures

I saw what was written on your palm

It read all the way down to your elbow

I could not find the author’s name

When I looked into your eyes

I watched as they rolled down that hillside

Shining once

Then disappearing with the sun

Beyond the clouds

Knowing what was going on

And feeling it

Are two different things

Just like me and you

Irrevocably I crossed your name off the list

Stuttering on the last sentence of the poem in class,

I ran out of the room as soon as it was finished.