Side by side.

Eyes to eyes.

Opening our mouths.

To those confessions.

Without stops we made them.

Had you practise your smiles?

As I had my speech.

Now the bridge is between us.

But my heart is yet to come home.

I promised I would be mature.

And politely we ended us.

Asking me my name anew...then returning yours.

Before parting on a friendly embrace.

Finished just before we have had something to engrave on the stamp of time.

I never had you

..... You never had me.

Yet we find ourselves in each other.


Until...


We walk on the same street of a different world.

Our voices in the distance.

Not heard by you.

........Not heard by me.

And when ever this thin ice is broken

We catch ourselves in the other

Unlike you to think aloud.

Unlike me to stammer around.

Mocking our so called "Maturity"

You tell your friends that we JUST are friends.

While I keep to myself what becomes very obvious...

To a mouse chewing my toes without the extra effort of fanning it.

It's been two summers.

Time would not heal.

Distance would not solve.

How could Our Hearts yearn only for Our Blood to Repel...?

How could...we live knowing...?