Inside My Arms

After his set was over,
I walked to Frank.
Gave him a big hug.
Kissed him on the forehead.
And cried in his arm.

He smiled.
Brushing my hair with his hands.
And held me tight with one arm
while carrying his guitar with his other.

"So did you like it?"
He asked.

I laughed to his stupid joke.

"Like it? Try love it."

I couldn't contain myself.
I was just excited about the song.
Overly happy to put it in short terms.

We laughed together.
And he released me from his arms.

I went over to Gerard.
He put his arms around my shoulder.
And I held his pinky with mine.

Frank looked over us.

'"So... you guys together?"
He asked.

Gerard told him yes.
I nodded.

Frank smiled.
And started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"
I yelled.

"Giving you space. Maybe have a few drinks and talk to some ladies,"
He said over his shoulder.

Gerard grabbed my hand fully.

"C'mon, lets get out of here,"
he whispered in my ear.

He walked.
I followed.

Cold wisp of air hit our skin
the moment we walked out.

I shivered.
Gerard handed me his jacket.

I accepted it.
Smelling his aroma all over my body.

He was still holding my hands.
As we were exciting the parking lot.

I didn't know where we were going.
But it doesn't seem relevant anymore.