If only...

Only a shadow.A whimsical whisper. I can hardly see you, but I should know you the best. How poetic is your seating. Outside, curtains, outside and you. If I didn't know any better, I'd have excused the award you reflect yourself on.

Your draw in water. Pale, on the brink of vision. If I tapped, would you waver? Squint harder, try and catch my thoughts. Pick my brain.

You're sitting quite calmly. Don't mind anyone. Not me look at you, not everyone else in the world. Not even the person, who holds your name in lights.

Simple shadows creep over your face. Are things getting brighter? I can' tell. You shrug. How befitting. It's like you're waiting for me to say hi to you. Why don't you speak first?

If I stand, you get up. I raise my left hand, you raise your right. I breathe out. You exhale. I take a step forward, you take a second for me. I hold my hand out to you. Your fingers are stretched out before me. Dare I touch? Date I take? Our hands met. Or touched, as best they will. Such a simple meeting. But you're so cold. Very cold. Now it's like I'm standing in a pool, and you're standing in the world. I'm unnacustomed to this touch. It's usually coupled with reality. But now, only content. Valour, care and potential. We are ever the same to each other. The wheather in your world, in the water, is shaking. The trees dance. Share this world, and I'll share yours. No need. We both have what we already claim as my own. Hands still touching. I'm thinking of leaving. Sure my world is noisy. Odd creations scream at you to pay them some mind, and it is werid, but I must go. We must go.

Your silent world of an oceanic air would be oh so nice, whered I could run around and laugh and shout all I wanted. No sound would escape my mouth. No russle would be made under foot. Happiness could be mine.

If only ... I was allowed to stay.