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.