If there ever was a point in time
where two souls converge and meet as one..
_________
 
This is where the story begins.
This moment is so delicate
the scratching of pen on paper
would only scuff the memoury.
 
Sketchings of thought never occurred.
It just pieced together right in front of us.
The calm but anxious tension was there
Sitting in between the two of us.
 
The shadows danced in and out
Merely taunting our eyes with what could be.
Neither expecting an outcome.