Taken

this is the part where i say all that i have.
where you look at me and ask the question that has
been on everyone's mind. a simple smile takes the place
of your expressionless face.
when we walked down the street,
no one was looking. did this seem too quick?
i never bothered to ask. whether or not it did is still
anyone's guess. let me in,
push me out. a very strange conversation. how did life hand us this?