Here’s to the unspoken conversations,
the unheld hands,
the unwritten letters,
the unsung serenades.
Here’s to the peals of laughter that we’ll never share
and the twin brown eyes that will never meet
and the nights I’ll never spend
curled up against your chest,
listening to the soothing rhythm of parallel heartbeats.
Here’s to the moment when we look at each other and know
and our stomachs flutter,
and you lean in and the hands brush at the lips’ touch,
and the rush of blood from head to heart binds a meeting of two lonely souls,
a moment that will never pass.
Here’s to a bridge that crumbled before it was ever built
the loveliest of roses too perfect to bloom
the train to Neverland missed by a millisecond
the greatest thing that never happened to me.
Here’s to the potential of Everything
leaving a vast vacancy
filled by a vast Nothingness,
And I hear the sound of silence
amplifying the numbing pain,
mourning the death of hope.