I said I'd never come back but-
We tread carefully around each other's stories, curious to peek at what's beneath the ice but never quite breaking it. Sometimes, I'd get a glimpse of that corridor of doors you keep locked and bolted. Other times, you'd discover another drawer of intangible answers that often seem to make no sense. We're curious, but cautious, and not quite rude or brave enough to pry. So we waltz across ballrooms of nothingness, artfully maneuvering through forbidden spaces, pulling in close then slipping apart again as the music orchestrates.
We never let on enough to let anyone in, yet we long to be found without having to drop hints. There's a beautiful symmetry in that, don't you think?