alas. bottled up feelings that were never poured now leak through my eyes. months and months of hopeful musings and inevitable regrets. i knew what was the right thing to do. but i never wanted to hear it from you. is this it now? going away without having the chance to come by? always so close but a thousand miles? we never even started, how are we to end it?
do we really want to end it?
years have gone by, and what’s changed? everything, except us. invisible to the surface but always beneath the innocence.
innocence to your touch, your eyes, your love. how would it feel in between your fingers, to be the focus of your gaze, to be the muse in your play. wouldn’t you like to know? maybe i’d never know.

















