How easy it was to kiss your face
With thoughts of you so pleasing
And then when ever the trust did break
I held on tightly squeezing.
What's worse here
My actions or yours.
I never tried to measure.
I placed them both on the book shelf
Surround by glass
And hoped to forget but needed to remember.
You said it could  be meant to be.
And that cracked my protective mortar.
Because I had thought it could be meant to be
And I'm wondering if when I think
We both do.