We were standing where I couldn't see
Really, you didn't want to see me, I think
The lights were too dim so my words were muttered under the pressure of your poems, novels and fantasies.
We wore capes under our cloaks
Guns stuffed in our coats
So we hide in our heads or the corners of our bed we never spoke about
because there were things we wanted to say, but never said.
The reactions you offer towards it all would keep me running from the fall and it just made sense to keep on the move-
Not only for me and not only for you
but for the things we couldn't do, I guess...
Whatever it was
I hope it was worth the part
when I become I and you become