we are

he looked at her,

she looked at his gaze upon her,

the silent memory,

of the love made one night,

echoes clear,

the words unspoken,

unheard,

the approval of friendship,

the disapproval of love,

of the kind romantic,

did they once share?

did they ever unfold the 

great unfolding?

he said there were a few fields,

where he hasn’t watered,

where he expects a harvest

if watered...

he said last night

admist our warm embraces,

how there wasn’t a feeling of attraction,

of that kind romantic

towards her,

upon persistent and penultimate

“why”

he 

relented,

revisited,

the memory,

clarity,

now,

is a blessing,

a grateful harvest

followed!

does she mean well,

when she asks me

separately,

where am i going,

or where did i come from,

separate to him,

or maybe my darling confuses

all,

me included,

with his first person

singulars.

surely a respectful independence

ensues,

and precedes,

the singular,

the need juxtaposes

itself,

I and we!

the both co-exist,

               co-create,

                one another,

he and i,

  him and her,

we are.