All that you are
is an addition,
a simple bonus
that’s nowhere
near simple.
All that you are
is an addition,
a simple bonus
that’s nowhere
near simple.
What words we use
to try and define,
how we explore
one point to another,
and to understand
that I am not yours,
nor you are mine.
We simply glide,
side by side
for a moment in time.
Who are you to know
the insides of me?
Why should you see
the thoughts that filter through?
You’re nothing but
a passing moment.
Already prepared
with a goodbye speech,
how the night was fun,
but now the sun has risen.