I spent the Thursday afternoon, visualizing your hands under the sheets of the mattress on the floor, we could barely fit in, wondering how you’d look in this light, when the sun has come down, I would slowly have to endure your long talks about photography, sports and everything else I couldn’t understand, but who am I kidding, “endure” wouldn’t be the word. Admiring feels just right. hearing you speak about what you love has fueled me enough to live for another lifetime,

For a moment, I thought you were home, but there was this strange feeling where your corridors felt unfamiliar and your hallways have always left me cold, I thought I was your home, turns out I am only a hostel, a place where you hold on to, for when you can’t set your decisions straight.
I was a vision your heart made when you were half asleep, now that you’re awake and all the sleep has left your eyes, I am nothing but a dream you slowly forget as the day goes by.

Your soft whispers that go over my shoulders, still lingers and leaves a chill down my spine, my bones have never been so un-bodied, if only you knew how I would have given everything to live in a perfect world where I could have you as my always, but instead it took everything from me to accept you as my “what will never be.”

— Deinn.