i never expected you
to physically hold something that i've touched
i entirely convinced myself
that we'd never been on the same wavelength
and the patterns of our breathing
and the number of times we blink in a minute
are in sync
you skate and i skate
in separate ice rinks
you pull doors open as i push them through
when i want you,
you don't
but when you want me,
there's nothing i can do
they say love smells of home
how would i know?
i've never smelled your laugh or cologne
and it seems i never will
but, if there was the slightest chance
that i may get over getting over you
and run back to allow another chance
of this sad mess to happen once more
would you treat me the same as you did before,
or will you give it your all?
will you assure me you'll catch me when i fall,
or will we continue to send our messages
strictly through the air?
