Waterfalls of silence
flood my senses and heart.
It is too hard and too soft at the same time.
Smokey shadows of what could have been linger.
“If only” echos across my senses
alone to exist in the perpetual in-between.
Only a thought, a glimpse of there and then.
Not here and now.
misplaced and misunderstood remains
quiet and sleepy now,