What Were We

What were we? Trees in the forest, Whose twigs, when it rains, Have less chance to brush each other’s greens, Just for a little while? Road ends Which, when all circulation has passed, Never get a chance to talk, But just keep staring at one another Like traveling light? Like the birds’ wings Which, when birds stretch Do not dream of “touch”? Like an ocean’s ends, Which stare at the same moves But never talk about it? Too close but never near one another Isn’t that strange? What is the suspect here? Will it keep going like this? I just made my own move And I’ll stay right behind you If I want to move forward. And you know what, You’ll see me, Because I will not make myself visible to your eyes. That’s it, now what next? Happy with it?