3. STATIC BETWEEN OUR HANDS
Every time you move closer—
—the whole room changes shape.
Accidental contact on the stairs
Interrupted sentences we share
Tension visible to everyone nearby
Underneath the dim fluorescent light
There is static between our hands.
(There is static between our hands) Touch me before it disappears.
It never disappears.
Hands almost meeting in the crowded space
We both step back and turn away
Electricity through clothing as you pass A conversation shattered like glass
We keep our distance just to feel the heat Every time our
eyes accidentally meet
There is static between our hands.
(There is static between our hands) Touch me before it disappears.
It never disappears.
If we hold back,
it only grows
We pull apart to feel the pull
It lives in the air,
a physical line
Waiting for the perfect moment in time
There is static between our hands.
(There is static between our hands) Touch me before it disappears.
It never disappears.