Hands brushing hands

One ecosystem of bacterium fusing with the other

Temperatures morphing and matching

Until two strangers are no longer unfamiliar

(It was just a hand touch, nothing more)

Eyes blazing, buttes burning

Finding one another in a busy room

Soundless words traverse and exchange

An entire conversation with closed lips

(You over romanticize everything, it’s not that deep)

It was fleeting, it was fast

A rush of emotion and passion

An ever flowing river pouring with too much

And we gave

And gave

And gave

Ourselves to each other

Until we had nothing left to give

(We fell out of love, don’t try to overcomplicate things)

We chased the pieces

The strays and scraps of what we once had

And tried to glue it into memories

To replay end repeat

(You tried too hard to fix things. It just wasn’t meant to be)

Everything we had imprinted on our palms

And in our chests

And in our heads

A burn left over from the fire we had

And yet

I do not want it to heal over just yet

Even if it is just nostalgia

I need a piece of what we experienced

To know it was real

(It was all a waste of time. It got too messy and in the end, there were too many things to regret)

I’m glad we once loved

Even if what we had lived a half life

At least we experience what seems so rare

To so many

(Why would you be glad if it ended so soon?)

(It would’ve been better if we had spared the hurt of loss and never had loved at all)