Gun metal shy

Notes strewn across a page, deep and feeling, deeper still. It’s like delving in the heart of person who looks so much like you inside, and yet sees things from a completely different sight line. Not one to draw too close, holding back doesn't feel like an option.

Could we sit and talk a while? In the end, we would share knowing smiles. But you'll have to make that leap, because I've taken one too many drops trying to cross that bridge, and it's left me gun metal shy.

But maybe it's for the best, because soon I'll be crossing ponds and hopping continents, embracing change. And you back here in the lonely city would still be in my heart because you’re so much like me, and not like me.