Silent Room.

It's dark

when I entered.

The first thing I noticed

was the warmth of your gaze

- something I hope I did not imagine.

I sat down,

the warmth penetrating my skin.

We were miles apart,

we never spoke,

it was an agreement

- something I wish

existed in real life.

I lie waiting

time speeds up fast

if I could bathe in your proximity

if I could smile at your departing back

if I could reach out to you

- even without your touch

I'd give up

the things I'm accustomed to have.

As I lie there waiting,

afraid that time would blow the whistle,

jolt me back into the word

where we don't co-exist.