Wide Spaces
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
And the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room spins around the world, experiencing a change in it’s colours.
I close my eyes, fall
deeper and I meet you again.
Different situation but always the same episode. The same story.
The soundtrack, touching. The plot, commendable.
Unforgettable,
Haunting me even when I shake it off.
This is pleasurable. Or should I cross that off
And say that it hurts? Very much like a physical pain,
Just that you can’t recover from it, ever.
In one of the tenses,
I singing out an impossible song that you cannot hear.
La lala la, see? I imagine
The dark hills that I have to cross just to see you tonight. For I am in love with you and
this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Isn’t it intriguing how the smallest of distances can turn out to be the greatest?
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