I used to believe in the permanence of a dream,
But then all we left were untraceable footprints in crestfallen snow.
We had asked what people would think of these,
Those graceless steps we paced together in our relapse into childhood mischief.
We used to share triumphant smiles, nervous hands and eager lips,
Basking in warmth between our shoulders that was to last as an artifact born of loving
And in those moments I used to wander, wishfully know not of what you thought
And now I slip to have never known what you truly thought
Because our obliviousness of what was said and not said
Misled us to the fact under question,
When we questioned our infatuation beyond intelligence.
When sense failed and we put love above a pedestal
A gentle breeze of truth drove us either transcendental or mental
To an extent it wasn’t accidental that we asked what we thought of us
And frightened ourselves of us
Now I ask “what if,”
What if you hadn’t come along?
Would I have been blessed with the same burden that found where it belonged?
I think once I’m free from these confines of disgruntled pride and vie for affection
I might answer that question
Or wait endlessly for your answer, one I knew to be absolute but you hid in the commas
Of your complexion in the driver’s seat of that white Jetta
In an evening when youth seemed to return to each of us
As if we had relinquished it too soon