Told him ”
” Told her “
Only room mates was what was left of us.
You confessed to me that you fell for him and I had a counter reaction, telling you I fell for her when all I did was fall for you.
We both held our secret in the clammy palms for the autumn winds to blow them away, afraid of the recoil of the guitar string that would scar us beyond bounds.
Writing love letters to phantom ghost of our fear waiting for the words to conjure up midnight magic and rise as an Armour to protect our vulnerability.