waiting

the feeling is mutual
we just don't know it yet
it hangs
right between our fingers
but our palms are mouths
full of promises,
closed and kept to themselves
i wonder
if any of this will change
will the possibility of starting over
snap into reality
or are we really just alone
separated by an invisible window of uncertainty
certainly,
we can do more
than just wish
our thoughts would come off of the floor
and stand up
because we certainly won't
will we?
afraid the feeling might be a little too mutual we
put our mouth on mute
and it's too soon
to break the silence
so we wait
and I wonder
will we ever stop