our hands in one pocket of his sweater,
my arm wrapped around his,
if i could get any closer without consuming him i would've,
as we walked, talked whatever,
strolled around the malls,
and on the escalator that was two people wide,
in front of us, a sight too familiar,
two hands as one,
if they could get any closer without consuming the other they would've,
and we had no words for them but lovers, couples, significant...