Who Knew It Would Still Be Like This? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who knew it would still be like this?
As if we stood under a mistletoe...
Kissing.
And it doesn't have to be Christmas.
With a promised gift wish list.

I just want to hold your hand.
Nothing more.
Nothing less...
Grotesque or grand.
Or teased into doing it!

Who knew it would still be like this?

Taking walks and talking.
Appreciating us...
Just for being who we are.
Sitting under the stars sometimes.
Silently together.

Remember when our eyes first met?
And all of our emotions connected.
In a collected acceptance?
There is not a spark or a tingle that has fizzled.
Like a package we are...
Belonging and remaining intact!
And in touch.

Who knew it would still be like this?
Just from a simple hello we shared.
And as time goes by so quickly...
We will always be here.
Or there!
Somewhere...
To say hello!
And knowing the 'we',
We have become!

Who knew it would still be like this?
You?
No you didn't!