Kisses on the train, quiet whispers.

Laughter agonized,

"I wont tell."

There's nothing in between them except for

Maybe?

Everything.

Black hair dipping back, wont tell, wont tell.

Red ponytail cutting the air, shall I tell, shall I?

Wondering minds, amused chuckles, are you there?

Static on the phone, can I tell, can I?

Cant hear anything, maybe that frightens, maybe it amuses. If you help me, I'll help you.

So when there's nothing, she'll have something. And when he has everything he'll think back and have nothing.

The static hurts their ears now, baby, are you there?

Not really, no. But then again, neither are you.

So maybe not, crystal tear, did I ever, did I? And he thinks again, tries to make it right, but she cant hear him

Over

The

Static

So now she hears the silence, it reminds her of past woes, chills and anger. Yeah, I'm different Are you? So think back, anger unrecognizable and it'll hurt you like it hurt him.

The whispered words,

No

Turning

Back

Now

Baby

And, so is there, its not so cold here, not so dull, not so dead…Like all, like nothing, like me.

In the arms, pieces of red hair drifting and curving,

Are you like me?

No

But

Neither

Are

You