I think but don’t speak.
I think “Don’t give up on us.”
I think I’ll say it.
I think I’ll be late.
It’s a habit I’ve hated,
especially now.
Especially now,
when I need to find my voice.
It can’t be too late.
I know some will say,
the timing is wrong, bad luck.
Just bad luck. Oh well?
Oh well, it’s okay.
I just found brightness, for once.
I yell at darkness.
I miss your kisses.
I dream of you, when distant,
so that you are close.
Closeness in cosmos,
my tornado soul finds you,
your fire is sweet.
I burn, brave at last,
melting like candy. Kiss me,
when we meet tonight.
Dreams are all I have,
until I return to you,
so let me come back.
Time doesn’t matter.
I’ll be yours until it ends,
or if it doesn’t.