Not him … her want, his kindness.
Young in some ways … fresh another thing!
He’d like to … awaits her invitation.
Thing is, she did, now didn’t anymore.
She burst his lines with colour … left broken crayons on the floor.
Her distance, his whisper … no echo of ‘I love you.’
Tell me, show me, doing nothing killing you in me…
He thought he’d lost her … that why she walked away
of and to strangers
relative and otherwise
of him yet not …
He half-thought – she thought the other…