words

I thought you looked good as we stood there and embraced, distance or something, already showing itself through our hug. We sat down and smiled, already giving one another the up and down look, applauding one another rather than speak what was truly being thought, by me, anyway.

I listened to your words and you put them into sentences and as I continued to listen, it was not long that I realized the words you were using to create your sentences, to share a thought or something, were wrong.

They were words for a different sentence. I think eventually I walked away, mentally I had already left, thanking you for returning that which you borrowed knowing the same plate that left here, returned different. It was nothing my eye could see but it didn't take my eye to feel coolness.