Even now, I think
Neither of us thought that
Having our kind of connection
And intense sense of kinship
Now, would be gone.
Cementing what I would see as the
End of our short fleeting moments
Deepened by false promises,
Concocted by bored minds.
On the premise that the crisis will end; that
Meeting you is possible; that
Meeting you is the plan… Or rather was the plan.
Understanding the circumstance, but
Nitpicking on my perceived shortcomings.
I know, I should stop. But if I do,
You’d probably pursue new endeavours, not even
Questioning what happened to us?
Up until when was it true for you?
And then, I tell myself that it is
Risk. You were the risk.
An investment I never meant to make,
Never even thought of
Till you showed up opening me to an opportunity
Interesting enough to notice
Nice enough to like and