There is a certain romance of incomplete stories and unrequited passion.... A certain heroism , in unfulfilled ambitions and sacrificed wants ... (There is also Selfishness in altruism, Mockery in humility... Fragility of pretenses, Deception of senses, Armors of sensitivities... all those nitty gritties, paradoxes that haunt etc, but then...)
Sometimes this happens, love stays and we go.
Sometimes this happens, there is no beginning, nor end: through “ifs” and “buts” priorities distend the space between, what is seen and what has been.
I picked your hopes with my eyelashes and thatched together a shade for us You caught my fall in the web of your thoughts, softening for me, the landing, and thus, we built a dream.
Sometimes this happens the stars are buried in the desert sands the lines dissect though you’re holding hands but for the heart that understands....
it’s all divine. Not yours nor mine.
Sometimes this happens one understands, but it’s not enough one knows, but accepting is still pretty rough
You may have all ingredients but you still need a “here” and a “now” no question of why? or what? or how...
Sometimes this happens the wait becomes unbearable so remember that you know.... time is deceptive and it’s already tomorrow in Tokyo