to be or not to be.

Glaring eyes
Distant blinks
Flashing lights
Cadence to the drums
Beating chests
Bated, deep breaths
Footsteps nearing
Electricity moving through you and I
The aisle of night that resides alongside the moon’s grip and the sun’s hand
Guides me to you
Palatable tension that cuts away anything that is in this room
I still see the smirk fighting off your protruding smile
Is it the only protrusion between us for the night?
I wonder what that friend beside you whispers to you
Furrowed brows and unanswered inquiries
The handles of doors are lucky to have known your hands before I ever did
The sidewalk beneath was lucky enough to bear support around all you are
To hoist you beyond the beneath
That friend was lucky to have made sure you made it home, safe and sound
I just wish it was me that was able to hear the hum bum of your sleepish whispers
To know the weight of the love that fills your hands
To know a love that followed a rhythm as natural as your footsteps
I guess I just wasn’t…
Lucky
enough.