I clasp at the thoughts of your passing as my
soul hinges on the occasion of uur never meeting
With not even a glancing of hands or eyes a glare.

Did we wisp in silent stares but we fell
soundless in that moment of whatever's, and
What if they were the one that I never chose.

My heart coincides with this paradox of empathy
Of one never meet but in my heart a light dims
In the preparation of what will be lost at any time.

I want to know the real you the one my heart feels
Should have been touched but was just a thud, a
Whisper in my heart saying why, why, why.

I knew you even though we never glanced  a look
Upon pools of white silk, I know that you are about
To swim the eternity of silence and will be missed.

"I love you though we never meet in this life,
*"Waiting is half the journey hoping our hearts next don't miss,