I feel it,
in the silence between seconds,
the flash of your smile,
and the caricature of our friendship.
It licks my skin in the clockwork of her breathing;
When it is hard to tell where my hand starts and the shower ends.
I think you feel it too,
in the trips your mind takes &
to all the happiness we once shared,
And you wonder if we will
ever be forgiven,
for getting tired when the world hadn’t started running.
~we want to love other people~