I tried touching you

With my fingertips

(But you melted like a mist)

I tried capturing your features

Through half-closed eyelids

And through a keyhole dark

In the night’s embrace

Through a door gap thin

In the daylight’s face

I tried to see

If you were mad at me

In vain

Not a photograph

But a blurry snap

Poorly painted draft

Of your silhouette

In the dark of room

We talk tête-à-tête

But your lips are mute

And I doubt… what’s that?

Is it a cigarette…

Or it's just a pen?

But before I know

I’ll wake up again