we are two skeletons but one soul
bound together by shared affection and nothing more

your lines are traced with powdery debris
you assume clean in the light, yet
do not deign to erase in the dark
and mine are equally messy despite

when we walk alongside each other
your face buzzes into a blur against grey
i do not understand you
cannot understand you
do not want to understand you

instead, i try to pull you into my familiar screen of black and white
and you show me the rough edges of the grass blades across your skin
carving scars you cannot easily heal
these hurt me the same way it does you
but sometimes i forget that what i know
is ultimately not what it actually is

you are fleeting
i’m fleeting
(if only we could be fleeting in the same way
in the same direction
that could stand us still)

if only you knew i’m looking at you