while we walk, side by side,
amongst the metal rectangular boxes,
our voices drowned,

i imagine a time when
my pinky will meet your pinky,
playing hide and seek.

and then time will shift
to us,
and i will wrap my arms around
your tall, thin frame of button-down
plaid, and hazel eyes.

and rest my head in the crevice
of your collar,
and then we will wonder why
we had played a game for so long.
and we will wonder why
we waited it out so long.
and why it took so many mistakes
to finally get to this point.

that is time,
so merciless.

but you,
so perfect.