'Us' Whose Hearts Are Breaking Poem by kite remedy

I saw you was cold and quiet,
as a morning snow falling on a faucet.
I spaced out a while
about you, about me,
but not about us..

You didn't have to say a word,
and make yourself hurt.
I knew it was painful myself
to leave and yes,
to be left.

Assume that I understood,
and you might go where you would.
'Us' was so pleasant to be dreamed of,
I wish you heard what I thought of.

My heart beat, moving me back and forth
wondering if I should tell you,
'our meeting, indeed, was short,
we might haven't seen the clue.'

If you really had to leave,
and be lonely,
both of us had to live,
separately.
And now, we were cold and sad,
like a snow melted,
even before touching the faucet..