You finally let the words you've been hoarding within your mind for so long
pour out of your desiccated lips like a waterfall.
Those things you refused to speak of,
for fear of being heard.
The poignant midnight conversations were nothing short of heartbreaking,
yet they brought us closer than either of us expected
and everything about that awkward start became tranquil.
But suddenly in a time wordlessness you were silent,
as if those guarded words you spoke were solid cement
caught on your tongue.
Your placating eyes that I quickly came to love
simply avoid me as you passed me by
like i was merely a ghost you came to know vaguely
in another life.
And it's a strange sensation to come to terms with the reality
that the sentences you uttered in pure vulnerability
were just a temporary stitch in our time of desire.
