Jessica

Jessica 1d

We never made a promise, never tried
just slipped between arrivals and goodbyes.
No grand romance, no reason why
just one brief moment, once or twice.

You had your ship. I had the line.
We kissed, then drifted; clean, polite.
And though I knew you’d never be mine,
I still recall that final bite:

The glance through glass, the weight I wore,
the echo of your hand, now gone.
We said so little, but there was more
a tide still pulling; lingering on.

I stayed. You left. That’s what you do.
Still, once, I think you almost knew.

#part3 #afterwards #memories #longdistance

Jessica 1d

Part 2: Outbound

I placed my hand on the small of her back
still warm from all we didn’t say.
We kissed, polite. No thunderclap.
Just breath, and metal, and one delay.

The doors slid open. I stepped out slow,
she stayed inside, fixed on the floor.
The crowd moved past. I didn’t go
not yet, not fully, not for sure.

Escalator rising, I turned again,
searched the glass through noise and steel,
and there she was, still, composed,
but something in her gaze was real.

We saw each other. Just a beat.
Then distance moved us. Silent. Neat.

#hisversion #goodbye #longdistance #situationship

Jessica 1d

Part 1: Dhoby Ghaut

You placed your hand on the small of my back
gentle, familiar, nothing new.
We kissed, but only the kind that lacks
a pause, a pull, a scene to cut to.

The doors hissed open. You stepped outside.
I stayed behind, still holding breath.
I didn’t look up, I couldn’t decide
if your eyes held warmth, or just the end.

What if they begged me not to move?
Or worse, looked through me, blank and kind?
So I stared ahead, not brave enough
to read the truth you’d leave behind.

But just before the train pulled free
I caught your eyes. And they caught me.

#relationship #longdistance #wordsunsaid #sonnet

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