Notions

Notions
Ours was an association
A union both shared by common interest
Our differences; a perfect stance for similarities
Our shadows gave us away at every corner of the street
Regulars at the cinema
It wasn’t a surprise to see us at the mall
Until the ir-regularities became regular
Our explanations contrasting our actions
Hand in hand; gestures that only suspicion could interpret
To some we are friends
To most lovers
We like us…
The entrapment of the feelings of our thoughts
Alas the plague of these imaginations
Is pandemic. Victor