Passing(Bye)
A moment
A simple and needed moment
Altered by the handmade ideas we forced on our minds
I thought that you thought that I knew this was artificial
But we really wanted this real feeling
Something we could grab
Something we could put on the shelf
and every now and then pull down when we sought after comfort and assurance
Some solid understanding
That we could slip into our jacket pocket
When crossing paths
I bumped into the idea of you, the idea of us
I dropped it and it shattered
Shattered into tiny dreams
We would never get the chance to have
I recognized your smile
but it wasn't meant for me
You were just passing bye