It’s nice
when we’re alone;
I never knew
time and space,
until you left,
and now, nothing
makes me happier
than to be
with you.
Close
in silence;
we are
one,
far from everything,
and just
for a moment,
we learn
to breathe.
And we remember,
how time
is always
a moment too late,
and we’re always
too far
from one another –
it’s nice
when we’re alone.
Poetically wishful.
Indeed. And a wish I hope comes true often.
As it should for everyone