Sometimes I think if I close my eyes,
you’ll cross through all the distances
and stand right behind my eyelids—
the one place no one
but you dares to step into.
I am always the middle of the night-
caught between waking and sleep,
between staying and leaving,
between what I lost
and what I’m still afraid to want.
I think the universe
keeps a notebook somewhere far away
filled with everything
we refused
to say out loud.