He gingerly handles everything he seeks to touch
And I am a firecracker

He is considerate and insatiable to the smallest spec of someone with half a soul
And I fly around making messes of bookshelves// stealing peanut butter from parties
Searching for answers I'm certain I won't answer

He is gentle and ramped and appears to not notice when I stare at him
And I stare at him, quite a lot.

But then again, a silent admirer
Was never a definition that
Was so far out of our reach
At those parties
In those bookstores
When we both reached for the same thing
At the same time
That neither of us needed

Colliding hands
TV screen flashing
Two colors then
Two commercials later
One announcer proclaiming
"It all works out
In the End."