Kissed Me Like Goodbye

You read my face like some decent book you started but just haven't made the time to finish. Swept me off my feet like slipping on a wet floor, only getting up to be angry with the culprit. We blow each other off like that fan in the summer you forget is on until it's too cold, and seemingly too late. You held my hand like in those movies when someone is about to fall off the cliff side to their end and then there is a branch, just strong enough to sustain life, for a while. And made me smile like a joke between two friends long forgotten, then remembered again.