it started with stolen glances
where i allowed myself to dominate— fill it with the soul of you,
it was as if the moment have been familiar of us, that i started to pour myself for it taught me it was souly for us;
quite an illicit that i learn to flow in a disturbant waves— silent, in an absence of colors

and you drowned me with black and greys in hope i could grasp meanings

why do i hope in this absent lighting i’m in
clear as it is it’s empty
like an absence of torches
and maybe i still hope of something you never give,

in a place like this, i still hope of you
and what could‘ve been

if it’s us.