We Aren't The Ones

You came home, not saying anything
but stood at the window, looking out
from where you had come,
like it may have been a lonely place
I guess I don't listen well enough
because I couldn't hear the rain
underneath the silence you sent about
to say that you were afraid to let me see
that love was a blank stare out the window

I came behind you
and wrapped myself across your back
and we dragged each other to the ground
for a last glance at what we wanted love to be

and we came together as one
while the muffins in the oven burnt
setting off the smoke alarm
we fell over and away
from the emptiness of our touches
I lit a cigarette and looked at you
your wounded look that never fit your face
like a child that had just choked down his spinach
and I could only say
we aren't the ones for each other, are we?