He Said, She Said
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 11, 2004

You want to person who isn’t the poet to do the first line, she said.
Yes, he said, nothing would make me happier.
Oh dear, *giggles* she said.
I don’t know what love is, he said.
Well, that’s good, because I do, she said.
Can describe it to me, he said.
Of course, it is when you admit you don’t know what love is, she said.
Sometimes I think I love you, he said.
Often I wonder if I love you, she said.
Do you think we will ever know, he said.
Yes, I don’t know when, but possibly a time when we realised we have loved each other, possibly coming up, she said.
Gee, your quite the hopeless romantic, he said.
Compliments perfectly with a hopeless romantic sap, she said.
What do you want to tell to someone reading this when we don’t exist anymore, he said.
I admire your beautiful existential question, she said, what was your question again?
It doesn’t matter, he said.
What matters I guess is keeping out senses open to the time, to the moment that we feel we love each other, she said.
You are beautiful, he said.
You are more beautiful than I, she said.

And with that, I silence sat between them.