except for the walls
and if those brown and gray walls could speak,
I doubt they’d choose to tell.
Those walls are the only four who know “us”
the way I know “us”:
Our thumbs in each other’s palms,
Our touches innocent,
But lingering just a bit too long
You said,
“We should go home soon”
But I knew you meant,
“I’m sorry.”
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
except for the walls
and if those brown and gray walls could speak,
I doubt they’d choose to tell.
Those walls are the only four who know “us”
the way I know “us”:
Our thumbs in each other’s palms,
Our touches innocent,
But lingering just a bit too long
You said,
“We should go home soon”
But I knew you meant,
“I’m sorry.”
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