Are We Strangers?

The first time I saw you

It’s a nostalgic memory not painted in black and white

And when we spoke

All words that aren’t quite right

An unexpected welcome surprise

That trickled into my life

They speak of butterflies but they didn’t take flight yet, they might?

Soon The past became the present

And the picture being painted ignited with sparks

Words being blended with considerate actions

Like Bare hands on a canvas, a rough sketch of just our surface

And when some details were drawn, we met

At a halfway point

With Whispered kisses, Shared secrets sought

But we were Held back by our mistakes

And mismatched thoughts

Held back on the basis of those around us

Held back until there was a quiet separation

The distance we forcefully placed

Pretending to be strangers

Leaving our feelings with barely a trace

I wish we had the courage to finish painting together

I wish you had the courage to ask me if we’re really strangers