There's something about you,

something about

your nostalgic and desolate eyes

your face

you stare reminiscing tracing back

your footsteps,

is there something you miss?

something left undone

something hidden

beneath translucent baking sheets,

something left aside,

unfinished,

under a thin layer of residue

awaiting

for a swipe,

there's something about you

something about your lips

the way they palpitate

quiver and tremble-

mine do the same

mine shake the same

mine feel the same trepidation;

anxiety-

a threshold on our future and

constant

lingerer of the past

meant to shiver and shake

contentment

out of our viens

slip

from our tongues

drip

down our bloody legs

trembling hands

and aching backs-

there's something about you,

there's something about

me.