talk enough, and the way
we haven't yet touched
each other.
The fact that our breaths
haven't intermingled yet,
and this place beside me
that already screams your
absent presence-
A certain smell shall always
reek of the forever distance
between us and my un-kissed
lips are gonna be forever
hesitant to say your
name aloud.
And the fact that we'll
never meet and how I would
be condemned to carry a
certain silence in your shape-
Perhaps, I'm gonna press
my ear against that 'quiet'
every day, to hear,
every unanswered whisper
that's gonna remind me-
"How we almost existed."