sure, it could have been great
maybe, we could have been special
together, if we understand each other
well, then it was the wrong time
or, we were not right for each other
but, for me, I did not express my concerns
perhaps, this time in global shelter
overthinking, will mean nothing
evolution, surfaces beyond the distant echo
faded, into black, then now to yellow
beams, radiate from above into my mind and grey hairs
impossible, means nothing when using time
meeting, the lover in her sleep