I knew everyone thought that we lost the words because we didn’t have time to align and everything fell out of places. That at one point people grew and fell out of love of each other. But after years, I looked back and asked myself;
Is it possible to miss something that was never really there?
There were times when I felt like riding a powerful wave, a wave that went against the current.
But then this wave I was riding was made of guilt; both from remembering and failing to;
and along the way; it got bigger and swallowed me;
until it exploded into myriad tiny drops of loneliness;
and I exploded too
waiting for my time to return;
to become the rain against the city light.
What would you say to me
if it were you, there,
if we were 30 centimeters apart
moving slowly, v e r y s l o w l y
on our future
the only thing that we know for sure
we’d never lose
the only bet that we’d never make
What would you say to me anyway?