I will write a million songs for you
singing gently in my heart.
I will never part my lips to
lyrics of the music soft in my sleep.
You’re my favorite lullaby
a soundtrack for my dreams
a ghost of a time that will never come to pass.
I see an island of unspoken promises passed between us
The scent of the salt hanging in the wind
I am cursed to never hold a hand as fleeting as the waves
only blessed to grasp the strings of fate that caused us to cross paths
An ill-fated “Hello” and a barrage of texts that will never grace the contents of a book.
How I came to love each word you laughed in exchange for the wanting in your voice
Like the event of an eclipse, I will never behold your image with my own eyes
Just through pixels on a screen.