Smoke and mirrors

7 days until I felt your heart beating

You swirled your tea

Like it was the finest whiskey.

Slow sips

And stirring motions.

You would aspect

That we would be more uncomfortable

In this moment

That emotions would define the moment somehow.

But it was easy,

We held our mutual past in our hands

Right in front of us

And I was not scared.

Not of you,

Not of me,

Not of the feelings that still lived on.

There was not one single thing that lay dead in the water.

It were like

2 sentences spoken at the same time

Between smoke and mirrors

That evaporated in front of my eyes.

I was honest and you were loved.

Love was never the question,

But I still wish it would have been the answer.