Do you always wait until the divider divides
before you decide to say hi?

When I've already said my goodbyes
I meet one last lingering eye…

Until I find myself to face
and have to deal with the choice that breaks.

Although you knew that it takes two
and you probably shouldn’t try to lie…

A serious look from the subjectively shy.

I remember back to a meek voice
that would(n’t) fail to hide.

I find truth on whispers that
scratch the essence of my mind…

And I too push on by
a forever that reflects.

On paned surfaces
a smile turns and dies…

*There's no reason why.