Falling.
Not the last twitchy swirl Not the air between our spaces Not the chains, gates and doors Not the wakeful questions Not the hidden stars and skies Not the unabashed laughters Not the mutual magic we breathed Not the secrets that we vomited Not the obvious promises, we failed Not that one second in which we loved And knew that we loved.. Not them, Nothing of them, Nothing of you, Nothing of me Weave this story But maybe, Just maybe The wait, The patience, The pauses that lurk between us do.