In between
Two raindrops at midnight
Rolling down my window glass.
In between
A thin mist rising from the inside of the cup
And the first sip of a black bitter coffee.
In between
Pillowcase and a heavy breath
Lays you.
A bitter-sweet thought.
Light as a feather
To reminiscence and remember.
Heavy to digest
And to let go of.
My longing,
How come you're not tired
From being longed for
Almost every day?
How come your bones
Are not exhausted
From being carried away
By the same lonely hands
That crave your touch?
Can a heart be tired
By another heart
Loving it?
Can you hear the calling
Even if all your windows
Are closed?
Leave at least the lights on,
So I can see your shadow
From the dark outside.
Don't close the book entirely,
I can still write one more chapter
For you to read.
And even if in between
All you want
And how you want it,
There is no space for me;
Let me enjoy the silence at least.
As the most beautiful music
Of unrequited love
Is always playing in between.