Jargon of a wistful heart

something of divinity

something of intensity

something more than nothing

maybe just naivety

probably a fantasy

all in my head

(all in your eyes)

hard to fathom

harder to describe

a likeness so striking

an affinity so resounding

a calmness of sort

with you

(about you)

like a distant dream

almost like a star

too far off

if one extends to catch or grasp

almost like a sweet melody

heard every morning, every evening

(distant yet so close)

missed every day

as if a ritual

thought of every night

almost like religion

a loyalty uncanny

unheard of before

(do i know you?)

it’s slowly drifting away

(do you feel the distance?)

but there’s chance

there’s hope

unseen, yet to be perceived

yet to be complete

waiting for its time

tell me do you see it too?

do you feel it too?

the string slowly stretching

the knot gradually untying

our paths moving away

everything making its way

falling out of place / in its place

or is it just me?