I can only think of your gentle

lips, I can only picture your

delicate touch, I can only

remember within myself

the words, those words

you never spoke.

Because time is too small for

us caught in the wrong

corners of it, at the start

and the ending, but never the

kairos.

Because yesterday was the right

time for today for the

kiss that I gave to the

aether.

Remember me well, when I am

no longer there, when I

try to disguise my own presence.

Remember the end,

for that is all that we had,

for the right time escaped your

gentle lips.