You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived.
You said it felt like that for you. Like we existed in a time before love, as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.
It was different for me.
For the longest time, all I wanted was - to open my eyes and to see you there always. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance.
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
YOU ARE READING
unopened, unrevealed
PoetryThese are some poems that I just compiled in one whole book, it's nothing special.
