You still exist,
In my unspoken words
As I try to shut them up.
But they insist to echo
loud and clear, in my drained conscience
And kill me with regret.”
She closed her daily diary with another sad note.
“I hear you,
In the silent darkness of the night,
In my magical moments of happiness,
In solitude and hustle.
For I read,
all your quiet messages
and those talking eyes
But never voiced back in return,
In the never ending waiting
To be shaken and approached.”
He smiled sadly staring at another sunset of separation.
Missed chances have never been this painful, both sighed while ordering coffee for one, far away in their lonely lives unknown to each other.