you really gonna catch me in?
you really gonna
call it a sin ?

ii)

“i will say the only words I know
that only you will understand”

I say words, I know only you
say words, I know only you
words? I know only you
know only you
only you
you

iii)

now,
as I witnessed the
golden, double sided sunrise
of the raised corners of your auric mouth
you’d say,

“oh that explains
the long hours you took by the train
sulking in a book,
keeping a page reserved for my face
like an artist’s trace,
making me special in an instant.
how pretty”

but you weren’t impressed
and I wasn’t pretty.

I saw your train leave
at the same time as mine arrived
and I was suffocated with
our near perfect syncrinicity
yet struggled to touch
the right words
or your hands
too small to close the gap
forever trapped
in an unresolved infinity