I jump

I jump.
You jump.
Together, we might create resonance, depending on circumstances.

I wait.
You wait.
We grow old.

I psychoanalyse
You. Psychoanalyse
Me.

There's a bridge nearby that we could cross
Provided we're crossing from the same side
And you're following behind me

Or vice versa.

Sometimes we're like binary stars.
Always revolving around each other
But never collapsing into the centre
Until the fuel runs out.