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