Briefly we fly

Just a tinge of red mixed in blue sky. Evening comes close. 

You can feel it too. All the windows are wide open, but I can't breathe. I just feel the sweat dripping down my spine. 

Untangled this in my mind, rewinded in stories that I just cannot stop. Am I ready or not? 

Silently we sit. Gazing into each others eyes. We just cannot feel enough, we take it all, just to share between us. Hour, two and three, we fly off, this way we will never have to stop. Tangled up this way, in all the stories never told. Are we ready or not?

Are we ready to read each others letters? Ready to show the deepest parts of us. Ready to begin, but forget to stop. To breathe, to just simply be like we are. Are we ready or not? Are you ready or not? Am I ready?

Or not?

String me up

Just a glimpse.

Just one tiny glimpse our way.

I know there is no escape for me. I am so locked on to you, just a little too much, but not enough. You seem so close yet so far. Something we could be, but in just a glimpse we don't get enough to actually be. 

I'm so tired of all the maybe in my life. Just once I need to know for real. Why is this just another glimpse of maybe?

For real, it is for real

Do not ask a smile from me. 

We both know real people and real smiles are long gone. We all just play pretend, you and I are no exception.