I miss you.
I miss when we didn't know each other.
When we felt the fear behind every compliment.
Those fractions of seconds when we forgot about our reasons for living.
When truth and liberty and justice cease to matter.
Even lover hid her face.
But love is only a word.
Only a word until the needle of chance
pulls the thread of meaning
to stitch two hearts together.
A question begged a million answers.
And despite the few words
that came between the awkward laughs
and our private self judging,
there were no words left unsaid.
Except one.
No comments:
Post a Comment