Sitting at the edge of the seat, she turned to look at him and found his gaze upon her. Involuntarily both of them burst out laughing. As he got up, he extended his hand to help her up. Clasping his hand, she got down the bus. They walked towards the square forgetting to let go of each other’s hands.
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It’s been so long
That I forget
Who was who.
A hand had reached out
And another had taken it,
Leaning in you had kissed me
On my expectant mouth,
Or was it the other way around?
Was it you who had first whispered
Sweet nothings in my ear?
Or was it me who had trailed
little sighs on your lips?
Was it you who had first sworn at me
For wearing so many clothes,
Or was it me who had torn away
At the buttons of your coat?
Whose moan was it
That first broke the heavy silence?
Whose bite made the first mark of possession
Over another’s soft flesh?
Was it you who had yanked my head up
Pulling my hair?
Or was it me pushing your head further down
Whimpering at your touch?
Was it you who had pinned me down
As I had soared?
Or was it me who had taken you
On a psychedelic ride?
Was it you who had carried me
Over the threshold?
Or was it me who had roughly
Drawn you down?
It has been so long
That I forget
Who had who.
Was it you who had melted away into the wintery morning?
Or was it me who had faded away with the evening light?