what is it that we've shared, exactly?
twenty some odd nights
and a sky full of stars
nine sunsets
midnight and toast
hundreds of splinters
and true poetry, to be sure
but what of our hearts?
and the almost kiss?
have i only imagined your lingering glances?
or have you told me with your eyes?
if there's one thing i'm bad at
it's guessing
and if there's one thing i'm good at
it's asking questions
hoping that someday
you'll give me the answers
with your mouth
for i'm a much better writer
than a reader of eyes
and even i can't put into words
what exactly we have shared