Cowards

There is no significance

There is no name for us

Moreover, there is no us

You're not ready

To pour your heart out

And I won't utter

A single word

Yet, I feel something you've never offered

Maybe it's nothing

Just my own love

And it gives my heart immense pleasure

Though that pleasure is nothing but fuss

For there is no significance

There is no name for us

Still I wonder

What are we?

Cowards

Both of us