A tentative word,
for a certain time.
An untried emotion,
for a difficult moment.
A touch, a glance, a distant gaze.
Lost without words,
in an endless maze.
Can’t hold on too tight,
but can’t let go.
In between worlds,
that never collide.
Drifting with thoughts,
that trail far behind,
like a comet’s tail,
that strings along,
and follows after me,
long after I’m gone.