I wish I could be beside you.
Smelling your hair.
Playing with those strands.
Braiding them multiple times.
The strings seem to call me out, because they sing to me.
Like the chords of a guitar.
Like the keys of a piano.
Once. Only once, let me hold your hand.
Because this might be the last time we meet.
Once. Only once let me kiss those lips.
Because this might be my only chance to live.
Once. Only once.. Let me be with you.
Just this one night. Just this one day.
