I think about you,I think about us.
My mouth wants to tell something but no sound comes out of it.
My hand hold the pen thinking it might write something but my mind can’t gather any words.
I comfort my hand saying someday you will hold her again.
I lie to mouth saying it that you will kiss her soon.
I tell my mind if you can’t gather any words atleast show her in my dreams, holding her, kissing her.
So that aleast my lie would be some sort of truth.