What would you say to me
if it were you, there,
if we were 30 centimeters apart
moving slowly, v e r y s l o w l y
on our future
the only thing that we know for sure
we’d never lose
the only bet that we’d never make
What would you say to me anyway?
She looked through the window
as she woke up from a dream
it was raining
she was sitting on the passenger seat
and he was driving, just like any other evening
They were talking
and she wondered
if they talked too much
if they felt too little
if she felt something
if he felt anything
He dropped her in front of the house
for the last time, and she cried for the first time
At 3 am she texted him
“Are we running out of words? or out of reasons?”
It has never been read.
Before you leave, let me ask you an important question.
Are you afraid of falling because you don’t know where you would land
or because you do know?