We were one. <br /> <br />We were unified and obsolete. I was open and free. I was myself. <br />I finally touched another heart but the greetings were shifty. <br /> <br />Because tonight I hide. <br /> <br />Before you would come to me for answers. <br />Today, I ask the questions. <br /> <br />Am I really unique? <br /> <br />Am I just another boy with an open outlook on love? <br /> <br />As I walk through the rain I hear your voice from the day our lips first touched <br /> <br />The day our hearts first touched. <br /> <br />Am I more than another one? <br /> <br />We were one.<br /><br />Gabe Florsheim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masquerade-35/
