Dear You

"How I wish words could travel to the edge of the world without vanishing"

I say with a sigh, looking on.

Cold Air, profilerates around me.

I don't know what I'd send, yet I'd hope that they would reach you.

You- who's always been there; like the moon is for the earth.

"So close yet so far" is a phrase that describes you,

a bittersweet feeling.

An intermediate space between lovers and those who are just more than acquaintances.

The zone where friends go.

The cold air spawns rain, a cold symphonic noise for two amongst the droplets.

The monochromatic sky obscures our silhouettes, dancing amongst the shadows we were.

Time passes, yet I feel like i'm moving slowly.

Stillness.

It's very romantic, to be here with you in this moment.

In this fleeting moment.

That'll vanish like these words.