The salty air, and the rust on the door, were enough for me. Thick clouds, flowers that began to wilt, as if accompanying my mischief to take a risks with him.
Whispers of “Are you sure?”
“Never have I before”
I remember every conversation that happened — the first time for him and me, thinking that birds chirping would dispel the doubts in “us”. Like cats making love, naive, and not caring about anything, even though there were many disturbing things. Like the world only pivots once, forgetting that “we” are just stupid people in the experience of love.
“But, I think this is enough. Why explain it?”
Looking at the trust that was given so easily, the word “enough” that was never enough for “us”, and me who was never enough for his satisfaction. Leaving all my plans, maybe with that, he would say “Let’s meet, but when everyone is gone.” Like a fish that innocently catches the bait, hoping to get something better, but all it finds is disaster.
“Back when we were still changin’ for the better”
There was nothing I could do when you prostrated yourself, saying that like rice with side dishes, he said that was the right metaphor to describe “us”. Like a chameleon that keeps changing, with a long distance, hoping that everything can be fixed as before. However, like a chameleon that was also found out, “we” failed.
“You weren’t mine to lose”
The word lost can have meaning if it is already “owned”. But, he is not and never was mine, right?
For a moment, what is lost?
“Wanting was enough,
For me, it was enough.”
