What?

You say it with a silly grin,

Like love’s a game we’re playing in.

A glance, a brush, a breath held tight -
We’re pretending this is light.
What?

Just laughter under lowered eyes,

The kind that trembles, then flies.

A secret only we can trace,

In every pause, in every space.
What?

As if we don’t already know -

The way our hidden moments glow.
What?

It’s nothing - just everything new.


Just me, just you. Just us. Just…
What?