He doesn't make eye contact with the ghosts on the street;
they don't look at him at all.
Never to see each other again,
irrelevancy in the lives of strangers.

He read a story to you twice,
that you forgot once;
whispered over a roar.
I know you love me too.

He held you in the dark on an empty bus in the desert.
An arm rest in his side,
he couldn't say ‘I love you.'
Passion before the stars

He felt an earthquake as he confessed his heart.
She just held on tighter,
and smiled at grace.

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