Sparks still fly

Between you and I,

Yet here we are on standby.


Parting ways in passing days

First to the last,

Yet meeting halfway.



Electructing each other so carelessly.

More than companions

Yet no devotions,

No less than strangers.


Once opened doors

Once your confidant,

Once my yearn,

Toxication with a hint of poison.

You and I.


What have we become to ask

Unspoken confessions and obsessions.

Beyond our moment and hour,

The sun against our rise.


Maybe another time

I’ll tell you the muted.

Just not right now…


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