We (as in her and him)

by Ally

She will never get over him.
Her first.
He caught her eye,
and held it, for the longest time.
Music.
They're only almost secrets.
She forgot her music once,
he gave it back to her the next day.
The next next day,
she heard it blasting in his room.
He openly talks about music,
his favorites, the deep ones, wise.
Secretly she listened, too, for hours
and felt like she finally found her music.
She was almost mad, once.
And he liked it.
She pretended to get more mad.
Once, she wouldn't look at him all night.
He followed her around, demanding attention.
The first time he touched her,
surprised her.
The next time, though,
she surpised him, touching him,
He wouldn't let her go.
She talks to him,
and him to her,
nights before, days now, too.
memories made and making.
she knows him best.
he knows her best.
He knows her style,
and she knows his.
They accept it.
Together everyday,
Lives merged,
Laughs entwined,
Talk continual.
He doesn't want it to stop.
She can't picture it.
They wont even try.