you will never know the extent of just how fiercely i love you- even if i have not yet lost myself in the galaxies of your eyes, or let my fingers entangle in your hair, or let your taste linger on your lips, and what do i know, they ask, what do i know-

i know, i know you don't do horror, i know you are a photographer, i know you love poetry, i know, i know you are beautiful, you are radiant, you are warm as the sunlight on my skin-

i know, i know- even though your breath has never dappled my cheek the way the sunrays have, or you have never let your skin skim mine, or the way you look at me will never be the way i do-

i know, i know- even though my breathless longing leaves me only with glimpses across a hall, or my words to you edge no further than the confines of lines within a diary, or i can be right in front of you and still so, so far from your heart-

so close, yet so far, here, there, everywhere, nowhere, distant, d i s t a n t, d   i   s   t   a   n   t   -

i am leaving. farewell, farewell-

i know i will come back, i know i will come back, iknowiwillcomeback, they all come back, theyallcomeback iwillcomeback-  

but it will never be the same. and one day, they stop, and they say i will, too-

the hallways will no longer echo with your footsteps (only in my heart), i will search in vain for your silhouette (trick of the eye), over, over, over-

i know where i stand in your world, but is it so wrong to hope, to dream, to want-

the last words fall from my lips; sowrongsoright; i love you, iloveyou, goodbye.