When we meet, it is always for the first time,
A vague familiarity sweeps us, a dumbing of vocal chords,
As we struggle to find meaning in our chosen words

Do we use each other as apostrophes?
Are we consensual in our decision to never tune into the other's
words, feelings, actions?

Are we lonely, surrounded by familiar passing faces
but none we really long to see

We are both searching for something to make us feel better,
Does that take the form of another human being?
Of each other...

Or will those drunken nights spent semi-conscious suffice
to replace the warmth of each other's hands intertwined?

Do we really exist on the same orbit?
I am Venus and you are Pluto and I am afraid of falling into space,
Into the abyss,
Into your eyes

I may never know what lies beyond them

Some have said I lead boys on, but I feel we lead each other
through minefields,
Both of us end up adrift between safety
and a horrible death of our happiness.