I look at you,
You look back at me,
We walk closer to each other.
I take another step forward,
You do the same,
Our fingers entwine.
I ask what's on your mind,
You say nothing,
We both know you're lying.
I ask you again,
You laugh and say nothing again,
Our minds now stuck on your thoughts.
I wonder about what's really on your mind,
Is it bad, is it good?
But it's too late now,
The moment is lost as we walk away.
Author's Note - The novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, the main character has Autism which makes understanding people and their emotions even harder than someone without that disorder. When talking to someone their emotions and facial expressions are key in telling what kind of mood they're in or giving little hints of what their thinking about, but for someone who has Autism is really hard to read someone. So it brings a question to my attention: do we ever know what people are thinking? I wrote this poem around that concept of reading emotions, yet you never know what someone is thinking... even when you think you do.
