Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach though I really really really wish I do so I could change the storyline and not having my favourite characters killed or get saddened... Alas, it's Mr. Kubo's – so, kudos to him for a great story... (^.^)

I do not make any monetary gain from this poem. ( .^)

This is supposed to be a spin-off of a story I made about Kuchiki Byakuya but haven't uploaded it yet simply because it's concerning him after the death of his wife (in my head he seems to have many probable stories after he became widowed – oh, the possibilities are endless, hihihi (=.=), crazy me!). I already penned "Withered Sakuras" prior to it, so yeah, it's rather too close a time ( .^) Perhaps one of these days, I might do so (^.^) ... I just made a song entitled You and Me, so the title kinda get stuck on my head...

I hope everybody will like it! (^.^)

"You And Me"

What's to become of us?

You look to the left

I look to the right

You take the front door

I take the side door

You sip your tea on the parlour

I drink my coffee in the kitchen

...

How can we make this work?

You cling to your past

I yearn for my future

You're content with memories

I'm obssesed with visions

...

You mask your feelings

I bottled my emotions

You close your mind

I vanish my thoughts

...

And here we are

Turning left and turning right

Each gravitiates to a different pole

One wishing to turn back time

The other wanting to go the distance

...

What art can be made of two different strokes

It can only end up a painful painting

Emptiness and longings

intertwined into an abyss of cold bitterness

...

But we have this long life

To make up or to break up

Would you learn to love me more?

Would I finally have enough of this charade?

...

It's remain to be seen

As we spend the time being

Casually gliding past each other

Feigning courtesy

Feigning indifference

Every day

Every moment

While we twist and turn in our own bed

The next pillow, so empty and cold as the night sailed on

Each wishes to have taken a different path

That led to beautiful springs and warm suns

In the stead of these stark autumns and cold moons

...

My tears had ceased to flow

It dried a long time ago

It dried that night you touch my hand

And put a jed ring on my finger

...

You had closed the door to my bedroom

And walked gracefully to your own

Content of sipping your wedding sake alone

Staring at that photo I so wish I could burn