I’m afraid
As if tracing with my fingertips,
What form does love take? I still don’t know.
From the outstretched hand,
There’s a warmth that’s conveyed,
Too warm to call it a lonely heart, it’s a warm light
Closing my eyelids.
In a love I tried not to see at half,
If I could meet you again,
Could I grasp your hand firmly this time?
Rewinding back to the fork in the road,
Even the words that rot with a choked throat,
Why?
Connecting full of lies,
Is this the form of love? I was supposed to learn.
Changing over,
Watching the buds,
Afraid of the distant, distorted sound of the receding back,
I cover my ears again.
Even the cries suppressed at half,
If there’s strength to share,
If I could extend these useless hands,
Rewinding back to the fork in the road,
A voice that melts the timid heart is heard.
The staining spring pulls my hand as if it’s annoying,
When I turn back to the line I can’t return to, there’s that smile,
For some reason, tears always fall in the faint morning.
In a love I tried not to see at half,
If we could meet on parallel lines,
Because there are words I haven’t told you yet,
Let’s walk even if we make mistakes, with memories in tow,
Betting on the day our paths cross again,
Beyond today, into a tomorrow that exists only in the future.
But still, without understanding, tracing the outline of love,
Searching for the right answer, once again hoping at the tips of our outstretched hands.
Let’s walk hand in hand, even to distant places,
Until the day the words choked in our chests can be spoken.