Was It Just Me?

We share so much, but sometimes share so little.

This tug-of-war of what is and the unspoken space has the pendulum stuck in the middle.

Continued puzzling, drizzled with confusion,

But connection is there with strong vibrated infusions.

Or is it just me?

Is it just how I want to see?

How I hope and yearned for it to be?

As smooth and swift, flowing like a willow tree.

Shifting like the waves, is it cliché to say, blowing like the wind?

Overall, what I want see and feel is us always having that begin.

That first moment we look and knew, the spark that flowed from me to you.

You felt it too, but now I wonder was it a simple fluke?