the same room
stagnant air
ghosts of words far off are lurking
imperceivable
the silence is deafening.
connected by unsaid things
our minds on overdrive
thoughts, ideas, words...
nothing.
Why didn't I say something?
wasted opportunities
everything left unsaid
there's nothing better than the present
you and i
train stop
goodbye
words that need to be said
unsaid
I should've said something.
here with you
here without you
time to adjust
words on a screen
...typing..
punctuation.
time to think before responding
spontaneity lost
no time to make up for time wasted
I didn't say anything.
before you were gone.
we're disconnected.
