For the girl who gave me leather gloves when we first met.

Worn leather gloves, shredded at the seams.

Pulled onto cold trembling fingers, hiding what needs to be (hid).

The wound is gaping, blood is pulsing, veins are throbbing.

How do we begin, when time does not stop...

When we wish it be?

How do days continue when the nights are bare and empty and stretch into forever?

When the sun is out for only a blink of an eye, and you wished even then, that we could be together?

Deep blue. Auburn strays. Raven black.

Miles apart, thoughts alike and our hearts that will never fail to connect.

But it is...

A curse.

A sin.

An unspoken rule... broken.

We are against the laws of our worlds.

We are different.

We are new.

We are the future, that we wish would come so much sooner…

and make us one, instead of two.

But now,

You and I are the same.

You and I are ordinary.

You and I are the present, where there is no such thing as “We”.

You and I are two.

So give me a pair of gloves that can hide the wounds in my chest.

For deep inside, there is a gaping, a hole caving in.

And blood seems to have evaporated and leave me…

A gasping, choking, blundering tearing mess.

Yes, I tear.

And no, there isn’t any dust in my eyes.

Only you.

Only us...two.