a match

what’s so magical
about staying up to see the sun rise,
or noticing the smile
in his voice?
i can see already
how far apart we’ve
grown
whispering loudly
just as the lights dim
always has put a smile
on my face
though.

how come over telephones
it’s so easy to spill
your secrets;
the connection
over a phone line
feels a lot more
secure than

face-to-face,
where i tend to shy away because
you shine like silver
and my thoughts
move faster
than my speech.

i continue to shroud myself
with
stories, words, and bright colours
like a cheap perfume.
from the corner of my eye,
i see them wrinkle their
noses at me.

(old-fashioned chivalry and
that toothpick at the corner of his mouth
made my heart want to
melt.)

today we may still be
linking arms,
giggling
over the man
on the big screen,
tomorrow
you’ll be a city or two away
being someone
i’ll never get to know.

(all i could do was i blink,
look away,
because he was a part
of your life
never mine.)