Never was...never will be

I never felt her hands, never felt the warmth of her fingers, but i always sensed them...i never felt them, I never drowned in her hair, nor got lost in her smell...never saw her smile close, nor my heart got lost in her gaze, i never avoided her cunning behavior, instead i threw my heart in the web of her tricks.

I never slept on her chest, never kissed her cheeks or anything she has

I never stole a moment from her, i wasn't her secret, her dream, but i loved her...

Our times apart burns me, and her closeness even, we never met, our eyes never got acquainted, my name never danced on her lips, never was on her mind, but every night i slept in her prison

Never been able to be happy for her, didn't surprise her, didn't have the chance to wait for her in the evenings, or in the winters to disappoint her...

I won't be her lover, her Paramour, her guide...i was may be a text on her phone

She never missed me, nor mistakenly called me another name, i was far from her...a stranger, as i never existed in her world, but she was in mine

I wrote about her, between the lines i hid her, in every thought i held her, without her knowing, i loved her without her feeling it...

We won't have our walks under the moon light, we won't get lost and then find our way back...i won't be her lover, nor her amour

We were a story without a beginning, a memory without an end, a lost probability that never was written to us

I lived her all the time, but she never lived me a second, she never knew how many times i imagined our first date, nor how many times i believed the illusion of us being together until it became my most beautiful reality

I won't have the chance to be happy for her, i won't be able to reach her, won't be hers one day even as a passing dream, everything between us is over before it even began, and everything in my heart is hers but she won't know it, she won't know everything i hid inside...

i won't feel the whelms of our times together, nor the dying feeling of breaking up, i won't even taste her coffee from her lips, but i loved her, and here our story died before it even began.