Between The Lines
We talk of skies, Of sunsets, Of weathered days and paper wings. You laugh, I smile, and the moment stays - Then softly slips, and drifts away. You lean in close, but never near. Your words are warm, but never clear. I walk beside you, not behind. Yet still a step outside your mind. I thought I saw a little spark. A light that flickered in the dark. But maybe I just dreamed too loud, mistook your smile among the crowd. Though I wish for something more, I never ask, you never show. We live in light that almost shines - A love that hides between the lines.