I.
We were told never to fall for poets
We were told never to make homes out
Of human beings, but neither of us
Have ever dealt in absolutes,
So here we are


II.
I’ve always been a person who tried to fit in
You make me believe in being the original me
You tell me that if everyone was the same
No one would find anyone else interesting
That I wouldn't find you funny
Or you wouldn't find me interesting

You’re always running away
But I bring you back, time
And time again
(Like the
Hour and the minute hand,
We’re always dancing, although you can’t)

III
We’re writing each other into
Our own stories, each the protagonist;
Each the savior, each the lonely poet
And I have
Never been more secure in my emotions
Than I am with you

IV.
How can two people be so close
And yet so far apart? More than
Miles chasm the space between us
(We’re using "okay"
To fill the silence)

V.
I want to glance back at you
As I take the final steps away
(The music is still on -
Filling the frigid sculpted air
With static and radio heart waves,
That familiar too-cold comfort)
I don't look back

[Interlude]
I think that forever must mean "never forget".
If it did, our desperate declarations
Would still be true, and I wouldn't be
The liar that told you eternity
(I just told you I would never abandon you)

VI.
You were right. There was never was enough time
There never was enough room between dawn and dusk,
Never enough space between our hearts;
Only a moment, and soon four hundred and forty-seven miles

VII.
The months have been cruel to
What once was our moments alone -

There are so many tears staining the floor,
But then no tears have been shed for the moments we shared
I wish we were back in the coffee shop
Yet, we were there just yesterday
(Or so it seems.)


VIII.
We still have some time
There will be moments that will last forever
While others will stay for a second
(A symbolization of the universe, expanding and
Collapsing in time)

XI.
We saw each other in the hallway
Heading in two different directions
Two lives, two people, one second to notice the other
One event invitation
One idea to ask a question
And it all of it leads to this

X.
This is our story
This is not the end
For it is still being written, it is still in progress
So, now I ask you…
How soon can you meet me at the coffee shop?