Word by word a movement from the two sides
That can never know each other’s untold stories.
A part of me wants what is out of reach,
Right from the start of what has been.
The fear stops right there,
Impossibility of the three words.
She is one who has the reach,
Who can pull me close or push me away.
Like one song, it plays on and on
In repeat until my feelings are wrenched and forgotten.
She sings, she serenades, she heals, she forgives
But she is the free bird that will fly on at the end of the day.
Then would come a rain as end to the story
Cry, wish it never happened the way it did.
Left behind the strong desire, even stronger words
Chats that now stay unread.