The time between talking
leads to the thing to say next.

And if we’ve grown so far apart
to think a thought
that the coherency of our relationship
stops making sense
then I'd wish for you to point out this.

I wouldn't want an act of understanding
leading me to believe that everything is alright,
while you go over inside
about something you're too afraid to express.

Going over the same old things
without a point
can be quite useless…

I wouldn’t want us to become this.

She sees me there in minutes past.

I give in for something that relieves the pain
of things to give.

It’s not without the games we play.

It’s all within itself.

Self contained and exploding at the seams.

And if the end is now
I still want to be dreaming
one last dream
about all the many other dreams to dream.

And so it seems it goes by in the blink of a cry,
or the tear of the eye.

And an answer to the many:
Who would know what's best?

To lurk in the shadows
while waiting for all the dreaming
to be put to rest…

But it appears to me
to be
an impossibility.

Even if this is
The End.