What do we call, You and I
We are not black
Like the pain of our first heartbreak
Nor white like a few good laughs
with our best friends
We are grey like the saturated skies
Not ready to rain down
Like the love of a soulmate
Anxiously waiting
For that lingering first kiss
Vulnerable yet poignant
No one knows if we mature into something more
But it is that space beyond familiarity
Where there are tunes
Of possibilities
Of unspoken words
Of energy that feels like electricity
Where my eyes are tangled with yours
Soul tangled with your soul