Not Quite

Well, it was never Us
There was always you, always me
But there was never quite Us.
- On a bench we'd sit
Looking out at the same place,
Breathing the same morning air,
Filled with early summer scents.
But our hands never touched, not Us.
- On the bus we'd ride
The same winding journey
In towns that once must have been
Fresh, open English country.
But we never plucked flowers, not Us.
- In the classroom we'd speak
For minutes on end,
Try to read the textbook riddles,
Attempt to understand a poem,
But we never wrote letters, not Us.
- In studios we'd listen,
The same music, same songs.
You painted canvas, I drew on paper,
And Monet we both loved
But we never loved each other, not Us.
That was always the case,
There was always you
There was always me
And almost, nearly.
But never quite,
There was never ever
- Us.