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. 
 

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