I'm speechless and still,

Should I kiss you back or hold?

Your lips are soft, just as they used to be,

As I remember when we first met—

I touched them, gently, without your plea.


A year had passed—days warm and sweet,

Yet I saw you stumble, incomplete.

You wandered through a silent maze,

The thrill was gone, lost in a haze.


Even in closeness, you felt the void—

A love that touched but never buoyed.

You looked away, and left me cold,

Regret crept in, and shame took hold—

A heart hung by a fragile thread.


But just in time, you turned instead,

Closed your eyes and kissed me back.

I still recall that fading track,

The warmth that time could not defend.


Ten years have passed since you left me then,

In search of something, never clear—

A dream, a void, a silent fear.

You left me to decide alone:

To break apart or turn to stone.


Now the moment circles near,

The one that shows what’s lived in here.

I take your hands—still soft, still light,

I touch your hair—it still feels right.


I close my eyes, my lips now shake,

Approaching yours with breath I take.

The air turns warm, then thinner, bare—

A whisper more, and I am there.


But then I pause, and eyes I raise,

Your lips still dry, yet still amaze.

I move away, release your hand,

Leave behind your scent, your stand.


I won’t tell you that I'm broken—

But please don’t think I've turned to stone or spoken

Words of coldness meant to wound—

It’s love, not rudeness, that’s cocooned.