wondering if you’re thinking what I’m thinking
when I’m thinking what you’re thinking about
Me.
a likeness in confusion brewing deeper
from something else, but I understand
when you understand what we understood
could or couldn’t be.
You echo a sound only I could hear
when you heard what I spoke in attempts
to get you to speak;
your voice makes me weak.
thinking if you’re wondering what I’m wondering
when I’m wondering what you’re wondering about
Me.
Me.
an appearance too similar to ignore
desires too original to explore
as our minds are forced to conjure more;
hearts, souls, intellects - tickled to their core.
You duplicate the sensation of nostalgia
where walls of emotion crack and crumble from
phenomenal communication and adoration…
somewhere Love knows when it sees its reflection.
wondering what the other is thinking
when the other is wondering what the other
Is thinking about We.
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