If I’m honest,
I’ve always looked at you as if you were mine,
The way the sky looks at the ground when it rains,
The way the moon looks on the bright but dark ocean at midnight.
That one day when we were walking down the leaf-covered path,
Our hands intertwining without knowing.
However, a label has never been made.
We would stare at each other from across the room,
Almost as if there was a wall,
Bounding us from seeing each other
But that one walk,
It almost seemed that for like a moment,
You were mine and I was yours.