Flat on my back, the vastness of the cosmos above me, your hand in mine.
This really is the perfect scene, isn't it?
The constellations seem to spell out your name, half as bright as it seems in my head.
Or maybe I'm just looking for you, anywhere I can.
Lemongrass breezes wash over my warm skin, was I always this flushed?
My heart is racing, those infamous butterfly wings make their rounds once again.
How did I get here? Did you carry me here, like you always said you would?
The skin of your palm is even softer than I imagined.
...Was I really imagining that?
...I'm afraid I was.
...I'm afraid I still am.
Imagining dancing with you on concrete tile floors,
Imagining every exception be made just for the sake of our souls intertwining.
If I took your hand, if we danced that dance, I just know that song would never end.
Even if the melody was short lived, that bass would go on, and on, and on.
Long past when your fingers got cut from the strings.
Two hearts forbidden from beating the same tune, only because they were so well in-sync.
An unusual mess we've found ourselves in, I know.
There was always something unusual about you.
Isn't that the same thing you said to me?
The places I took you were new, and yet familiar.
You'd never met someone so used to the layout of your mind.
I was built to understand you. To love you.
'Like it's breathing', he says; You wished she'd say.
'I'll be here', we both sing in sweet harmony,
Both of us too stubborn to go, without the other following close behind.
Grab my hand and together we'll face tomorrow,
Just wait, and don't you dare let go.
Addicted to the sound of your call,
Getting high off the feeling of being needed.
Kiss me this time, or don't, there's always the next.
Anticipation breeds disappointment, even if you know it's coming.
It wasn't what it looked like, it was worse. It was mutual, and it was too strong for us.
Looping my arm through yours, I force my prettiest smile, my daintiest grip.
Every image of what could be, if either one of us took one step to the left, flashes in front of me.
And boy, are you pretty without that painfully misplaced hope behind your smile.
Gosh, aren't you a sight when you love me as I am.
I say those words again, but this time you hear them.
A shift of the axel, and my wheels are out from underneath me now
I'll play nice, and let you down easy, but I'll never forget the way my fingers slipped from your grasp.
That all too wonderful shine in your eye dims, just enough for someone to notice, if they had a map.
This compass needle pricks my heart again.
Prophetic, you claim to be, so naturally I inquire.
You say we'll meet here again tomorrow, under the same sky.
But somehow, now, infinity doesn't seem so large, so incomprehensibly vast.
Everything is closing in, possibilities are dwindling and the future is chiseled in stone
Those stars, were they always so far away?
Somehow, something tells me we're both still reaching for them anyway.
