What would it mean to you
to bear witness to your sentiments,
those which characterize your true state of mind?
Guarded you are.
Holding them so close to your chest and nursing them.
While I attend to my own doubts.
Believing, to give myself
would mean
you would give yourself
reserving nothing for tomorrow.

It will end
and you alone hold the privilege of knowing the date.
This place?
Did you feel it was sanctuary?
Where our bodies found likeness and our skin collided
unabashed?

Let's take the lift
to where we sit with
books on hobbies, travel and devices
always walled between us.

Through it, it stings my skin,
an alchemistic electrical impulse.
I hear it more on your hollow days.
I dreamed in discrete flow of electrons.
Even now - realizing it's sentimental switch
I want to stop loving you.

We will die tomorrow.
Experiences turn to ash.
You say there is no regret
when open hearts share and bleed.


words © malai carrara