task main()
{
//

if i could reach out
would my hand shake?

if i could reach out
would i be overstepping your
tall
stone
walls?

if you could reach out
would it be genuine?

if you could reach out
would it be
some
cruel
prank?

and if we didn’t
.
.
.

what would become of us?

//
}

go on a trip with me.
kick our heels on the ***** leather of your car,
only us three.
play soft tunes while i take blurry photos
that we can all laugh about in years to come.

i’ll bring along green tea.
that we can sip,
and try our hardest not to burn ourselves.
nobody-
will know of the laughs we shared,
when we ran away to make memories.
memories that’ll overcompensate for the loneliness:
the dread of the parting of a loved one,
the newfound freedom of a one person apartment,
and the thought of how we used to know each other.