We were one.
We were unified and obsolete. I was open and free. I was myself.
I finally touched another heart but the greetings were shifty.
Because tonight I hide.
Before you would come to me for answers.
Today, I ask the questions.
Am I really unique?
Am I just another boy with an open outlook on love?
As I walk through the rain I hear your voice from the day our lips first touched
The day our hearts first touched.
Am I more than another one?
We were one.
Gabe Florsheim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masquerade-35/
