sometimes they talk to you.
you don’t know what to say.
other times they ignore you.
you’ll feel like you’re in the way.
we were content to be lost in mazes
and let hearts be locked in cages.
until the faces we had been seeing for ages
became strangers only vaguely known from pages.
when every single step forward
is first preceded by two backwards.
i am no good with words:-
all i am is awkward.