in the middle

we entered in the middle

when the lives we lived had been there for a while

when maybe what was the void in me was your smile

and your void was the same though you didn’t know

you were too scared to show

and now shall i make my escape for i fear i have nobody else i can call near

just i me myself, and i thought you too, my dear.

but that was not to be.

i wonder if there is an oak tree

which carries stories & the laughters

that were lived or never existed

just like this time we spent together

did we exist or were we never there?

was it time that was stagnant and we were moving?

for when i was with you it did feel like the time stood still.

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