time draws near,
to what we can only assume is the period in this book of our lives.
when all but death is waiting,
and the love that once nurtured our souls is nowhere to be found.
even in the darkest of times, the deepest of despair
i'd still think of your moonlit hair.
and how your smile shone on that starry evening,
when you drowned my thoughts with playful whispers that made this feeling rush throughout my body.
and yet, in the end, i'm left feeling alone in this solitude i call my safe space.
what a facade,
it really all is.
when my safe space, the one where i'm most comfortable at,
is by your side.
...even if i know we can never be.
