There'a manicure kit
on the table,
And I'm filing my nails
As we speak now,
Getting ready my weapon,
Of gentle destruction.
I want to pinch you
Causing no blood,
But only loud shrieks,
For being so ignorant
Of all the telltale signs,
Pointing in the general direction,
Of where we stand today.

I had dropped hints,
And so did you,
And so did the universe,
And so did Ludovico,
playing his piano so quietly,
without uttering a word,
About our cosmic connection.
We seem to have
So carelessly missed,
ALL of it.
Great.

Now we both trace backwards
our journey together,
Lined like a breadcrumb trail,
Pausing at clues,
Dotting the route.
I fiercely tug at your shirt,
At every single one,
"Look! I said this,
And how long ago!
You couldn't even..."
Your face looks sorry.
Apologies come easily for you,
Forgiveness- for me,
Till you find the next one,
And say,
"Ha, what did I tell you?"
Now the tables have turned,
I smile, sheepishly,
Subtlety is key,
but maybe,
not always.

We tread along,
Finding another one,
And another one,
Indirect indicators,
of an expression unsaid,
of such simple love,
Till we arrive at,
The beginning of time.
You had said,
"I haven't known anyone like you",
"You will never", was my reply.

And now you have,
the rest of your life
to get to know me.

Hurry,
We have less time,
and lots of
catching up to do.