we have less
in commom
then you let on in our initial talks
how you long for solitude
in the depths of forests
why i cry at the moon
during early morning tides
the seperate
hours of a clock
the ticking working with the tocking
winding up
old emotions
to linger on
justified responses
avoiding long talks
to influence resolutions
that sound simillar
but are farther apart
until we’re too weak to agree
when we should have given up shortly after we began
why we gazed into each other’s eyes in the first place
the signs were there, we just chose to ignore them
for a chance to be better versions of our tired selves