- Can I hold your finger tight,
- Like a thread binding lost constellations,
- To connect with your vein —
the river where your soul flows?
- It’s raining.
- Shall we dance like before —
- two autumn leaves,
- gazing into each other’s eyes?
- I feel your scent —
- the echo of a vanished spring.
- My senses turn tender,
like petals under moonlight.
- Are you still there —
- Where I bare my soul,
- like pages waiting for ink,
like silence waiting to be named?
- But the moment had flown,
- The rain had slowed.
- Someone knocked —
- hush against my heartbeat,
- Whispering softly...
- The time has gone.
You're late.