to be a lil' more precise, baby

we could wait for another hour,
but does time make a difference at all
except be the obstacle?
whether we slither in
or out
of silence,
i think a second of just nowordssaid
proves enough.

proves enough to me, to you.

we could hold hands,
but is there a point to this empty gesture
of reminding ourselves what else we
could have been?
what other air we could breath in;
other than this.

i can hear you wishing to be
anywhere but -

we split into an obvious diversity of
black and white
without the tint of grey to -
pull us together,
and our lips no longer fit atop one another
like it used to.

and i can hear you wishing i could take
my eyes off of you.
but honey, i'm just making my memory,
so give me time, please.