Colliding in a mundane location of objects and squares that have words and words of things, and stories, and meanings. I was looking for something real,

Something specific

I wanted to feel

So I can basque in the glory of sadness

There you were

Your eyes so soft

You were excited

I felt invited

To this moment of here

What is this you were looking for

The book never heard before

We knew it tho

Both of us

We knew it because our pasts

Somehow had a parallel

Different eyes however

She said it reminded her

Of of Gus