Do you try to steal the words?
That I use to bestow upon you
Or do you help me say them

I am left with scattered thoughts
Your presence is intimidating,
Leading me to my nothingness
Making me want to tell you
Everything I want to let you know

We are swayed away by a
Sheltered solitude
We talk about weather
And about altered ethics
When we intend to
Confess the unfold affinity

I follow my way to your perfection
Defining your eccentric acts
As a part of my sanity

Let us never
Run out of things to say
To each other
Past our coffee breaches
And contemplate poetry acts

Let us both know
We are on borrowed time
Let me always keep writing about you
And still run out of things to say

I reframe afresh to conclude
Are you an escort to my expression?
Or a catalyst to my dignified silence