they had matching hearts when their arms reached out across the path
to catch the same yellow fluff

he wrote songs
and she secretly thought they were great

self indulgent
pathetic
brilliant

it's a pity he's still looking
and she is working out what it means to be found

because she wrote poetry
that he never read

self depricating
mousy
brilliant

and it wouldn't have been all that difficult
for them to keep in touch.