when i talk to you,
look into your eyes,
i find myself,
traveling back in time.
your smile tells me,
you do the same,
you remember everything,
too.
the late nights,
the long conversations,
the too scared to admit feelings,
all become remembered in an unsaid manner.
we don't bring it up,
and no one knows,
what we think when we look at each other,
and just smile.
our secrets,
our stories,
all untold memories,
said in between glances.
you are a mix,
of feeling comfortable,
like a true home for me,
and making my face warm.
i still subconsciously,
wish to be around you,
and you do the same,
making conversation whenever you can.
but we don't talk much now,
the late nights are nonexistent,
the long talks don't get initiated,
our feelings are kept tied up.
we were so close to being something,
but then we weren't,
and perhaps it was the the better,
for both of us.
but everyday our small secrets,
get remembered,
when i look into your eyes,
and i'm not so sure.
s.d.
