can i touch you?
i wanted to feel how your life had been
and how it is right now.
be made to witness
what difference lies between
the past and the one
i am looking through the eyes
at this very moment.
had you been changed
or do you simply despise time?
but who hasn't...
million souls had wished
for immortality despite
the sweet bitterness of life.
hold still...
and let me stare at my reflection
in your eyes.
maybe, if i dwell in that
blackness
i might become you...
and understand.
no words had been enough.
or had the mind refuse
to give picture for the
fear of how much regret
the past may cause?
i spent had my life a runaway
and found you at fall,
i lived the rest of it in pain
knowing that i failed
to catch you.
and each time i look right through you,
i remember...
i had been nine years late.
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