"you spoke to me, and I speak with you"
I'm stuck staring at the back of your face,
where in lies my small window
where in my eyes found your existence?
I think it was because
the day that you stepped in front of my time
the yellow sunset
the dragging wind
and the gracious dance of many beings
became one with you.
I think that was the reason
the old heart of me
suddenly beats me out of the grave that I've worn.
My head tilted on the side,
curtains were caressing me
I hid between them
curiosity bellows at me,
like a young woman
I wanted to ask
"what was the ocean for you?"
or maybe,
"what do you want to do the most, when you die?
or better yet,
when you actually live again?"
I breathe out a lungful of smoke,
it came out of my chest
from heavy wonder I've got from you
My eyes silently followed you
and there's a thought that came to me...
"I never wanted to know you
but I do, want to know you.
But I wanted it to be from afar,
because from here and there
there's a space
of you and me that you can never know.
You will never be conscious enough
than to those who were close by around you.
Because this is what I am,
an observer of such a rare existence."
my thoughts ended there,
and thus, you also ended the things you must end
I watched you touch the knob
a door in which I have to know
So I ask your fading figure
"will you be able to ever see me?"
And with a sudden movement
You turned your head towards me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Stranger
Romance"An old woman losing her will and time to write, but suddenly, a young man came by with a miracle in his hands. Will she ever be able to write again, with a passion of her old self? or time will cut her short to her grave?"
