Normal People

I often think

About you and me;

And sometimes

Aimlessly about us.

We’re mostly together

Yet wishing to be free

Of each other.

Living our lives as is

Carrying pieces

Of our unfortunate love

With audible silences.

Do I know of the love

That lived in your past?

Do you see the emptiness

That I carry within me

Like the prints on my palm?

Maybe you’ve dreams,

That are frozen

In twilight’s tears too.

Do we want to know?

No, we wouldn’t dare

We’d never linger

We’d quietly hate parts

Of one another and live on.

For we aren’t

Extraordinary or anything

We’re just normal people.