Spinning the same song 

that connected us

gets harder to hear.

Each verse cuts deeper 

into what never was, 

what could have been, 

the longing to be near.

 

With my fingertips crossing your beard, 

your fingers grazing my thighs, 

those longing sleepless nights 

I’ve waited to be alongside 

the one that knew the depth 

of my emotions,

facing eye to eye.

 

Sometimes it’s a choice song 

so I don’t forget the closeness 

of someone far away.

Sometimes it’s a random appearance, 

stops me in my tracks 

and nothing else 

can stand in its way.