Is it going to end up like one of those moments,
Where we both sit here, looking at our hands.
I know you hate how I bite my nails.
It clicks through the painful silence.

I still see in you what I wanted to know.
But I don’t understand it yet.
So I guess it’s not fair for you to leave yet.

I could just be being selfish, as we sit in this moment.
With no talking. Barely thinking. Barely alive.
Being what we were seems a million miles away,
Almost a lifetime ago, those leaps into the sky.
And you used to catch me.

But we’re just silence now.
Just complete silence.
And nothing fills my heart except that emptiness.

A stuttered conjunction passes my lips.
In another life you would have offered a kiss,
For words that refuse to come.

And with the last of your movement away from me,
I know I’m done here.

So the end of the day stings my eyes. And I hope I don’t see you again.
For fear of re-breaking broken dreams and promises,
That I drowned in sleepless tears.

I’m just sorry to think that the answer to all my questions,
Still lies in your heart.
It’s not like I’ll try finding it anywhere else.
Rather too late now for that, isn’t it?
I still wonder, though. As if I remain the young and chronic daydreamer,
That you hurled into the garish light.

So as a moon like a pearl drops away into foggy clouds,
I remove my gaze from panelled glass, and back to your dropped head.
And yet nothing meets my gaze.