The wait for the words that may never come remains. Words and facts forever bind, as true as anything else can be.
Hope falls with me, scratching its knee. Loneliness by our side, padding our heads, gently pushing our backs. Routine whispering wild stories of feelings and thoughts in our ears, so foreign, so close.
A liar feeling guilt, taking the option of becoming what she never expected to be; wrestling lust, fighting love, numbing the heart, ignoring her mind… Miserably losing at it all.
An enthusiastic child that believes his quest has come to an end; feeling it all right in the moment, idealizing possibilities only he can see.
A life companion, another broken beauty that chooses to be distant to an actual piece of himself; knowing nothing at all, forever being on someone else’s mind and heart.
A shy dog that retreats and does not say goodbye; feeling the bond, not showing a thing.
How probable is it to be the only soul wired like this? Feel with me, stay by my side; so close, look at me, inside and out.