Of hot tears
Storm after the calm
But I am not a wreckage
Just hit by a tsunami of feelings
Still straight back but so many curved lines
Eyes searching for you the whisper you the caress you the gaze
And I say nothing; letting my words tiptoe at the tip of tongue to drown in this moment a little longer
How is it possible to love another human being so much?
I don’t know, and I don’t ever need to know.