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)