I don't know if we were a thought or a memory.
But either way, it was a good one.
I remember the moments.
But there was so much unspoken within those moments.
We could feel the words not being said.
And I always wonder if we what we weren't saying was the same,
if you could read my eyes,
like I was hoping I was reading yours.
And if what we weren't saying was the same,
maybe one day the words will escape our lips.
And it could be a beautiful disaster.