Pure kindness, pure aloofness.
Perhaps your pace was simply
the same speed as mine.
Perhaps you weren't trying
to walk with me that time.
What if your line of sight
was simply the same height as my eyes?
Maybe your hands on my wrist
were just there to cross the streets,
and so you sat next to me
because the others spots were filled.

Perchance you really wanted to see that film,
it was not about taking me to it,
and your friend walked past me saying "hey you!"
cause he mistaked me for somebody he knew.
You danced with your eyes fixed on my side,
but the disco lights must have made you blind.
So I suppose you never waved me goodbye,
because you really didn't mind
and not for the fear of ruining my life.

I rested my head on the bus window
instead of on your shoulder at night
because whatever it was between us
it made me sick after barely a fortnight.
© khloè