Maybe, Always.

The moments, I remember
we were both looking out the window
and then at each other, not saying anything
as if we understood what’s going on
inside our complicated labyrinths

the flash of recognition in your eyes
mirrored what I felt inside
it’s like I’ve known you before
but of course that’s impossible
unless we’re meant to know each other

I know nothing’s gonna come out of it
of this, and nothing really did
I still like to think about you sometimes
and what could have been
and what transpired between us

Maybe we were part of the same star
that’s why we have a connection
but that’s all there is, really
a connection
nothing else

It wasn’t even physical
Hell, it wasn’t even anything
but I like our friendship
I felt safe with you
you were my asylum

I like writing and drawing
on paper and on your skin
I don’t even know why you ask me to
You can draw fairly well yourself
Maybe you liked it too

I guess I am scared
of getting too close
and I think you are too
and I understand
we both do.