is it just me
am i the only one
at the end of the night
in the middle of an event
where i think of you
do you think of me
us together
sharing the same moment
sharing perspectives
on the drive home
fingers intertwine
heartbeats synch
we sit eye to eye
on the same page
passing love notes.
it must just be me
keeping romantic ideas in place
to occupy my mind
burn it out on what ifs
producing poems
to a now imaginary
lover partner friend.
i don't like nights like this
the beauty and the pain run parallel
and i can't decide
on which side to stand.
