You asked a pale, distraught
For a smile that would compete with
Yours (much brighter) , fully certain
That she couldn't win.
Then, through a restive finger you
Fended off the thirst from the
And lifted the crowd of thoughts
At the warmth of your
Sight — the thoughts of us
When did all this happen
Maybe in a different corner of the
Multiverse, out of our
Narrow space-time — Boundary of the
Mind which leaves me no escape.