Silent as an open book,
We stare into the void
Of each other’s eyes.
We knew
What was in plain sight,
But sought answers
To unspoken questions.
Somehow understanding,
It was only a matter of time.
Our existence would only exist
In this chapter of my life.
The length was still undefined.
And with words
Lost in translation,
We exist on borrowed time.
Moments stolen from my dreams,
Because this love story is only mine…
In-between margins,
Sheets & Seams,
Random drafts and short stories,
Written on LCD screens
In the early hours
Of grey mornings…
So while my other half sleeps,
I’m awake
Staring at the ceiling.
Looking for comfort,
Telling myself:
“Just breathe”
Very well penned!
Thank you so much.
Also, thank you for keeping up with the show each week!
A pleasure!