We have been bending sideways
Just to hold hands
As we follow paths that never intertwine.

We have screamed and forced thunder
Just to hear the others voice
Am I deaf or are you lost?

We have whispered in the night
Just to reassure ourselves:
Fear is not an option.

You have crushed dreams
And I have numb skin
That I pierce with empty bottles.

I have stopped writing.
You have quit happiness.
This world is not perfect.

. . . I wish we could be.