( XVIII ) Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift, which is why it's called present

We don't talk anymore
But I think it's something to do with missed trains
Desynced hearts
Dreams and wishes that have drifted,
Oceans apart

As I linger in the shadows
I sense your presence
Our eyes don't even have to meet
This is knowledge,
A moment sufficient
Your mere existence is
Reassuring enough
To know that what we had was true

And if we can play it like this
Mute puppets
Dancing closely to a flame
Let's admire from faraway
Through a window
Of a vessel
As the sunset fades

And maybe
Just
Maybe
Like old dolls
Our hearts may be rewound
So as to spin again once more
In sync
In melody
In harmony
With each other, once more.
But for now.
Knowing we had a moment.
Is, indeed, enough for 1000 more lives to endure
And if it takes that long, perhaps..
Perhaps one day.