Walking Pace
The sunset's glowing,
and it seems this day is the perfect time.
We sat there—on the grassy ground,
stuck staring right at the enchanting view.
It wasn't cold,
but I was uneasy.
Heart constricting,
hands were shaking.
You broke the silence with an awkward laugh,
somehow I felt comfort.
Another hour of us together.
Jokes and stories were told,
it was fascinating,
but you were lost in thought
it was quite disturbing.
It was just you and me,
but I know in reality it was just me.
Just me and another borrowed night with you.
Another night of unsaid words.
Another night of lost chances.
Another night of wishful thinking.
Another night of you wishing I was her.
Another night I thought I could be her.
