And here it comes again The lack of breath Cold fingers Blurry thoughts Even if I know I shouldn’t feel like it. I do. It’s not an obvious jealously, though. It’s a terrifying thought of loosing all definitions of love. All over again. I’m so afraid I want to run away. And maybe disappearing is a solution. After all, if I won’t be here, the love will be just paused, not dead.
It will wait for my return. You, with a dozen of roses and a soft smile. Me, healed, ready for a new start.