and how many yards do we sit apart that I capture you with my eyes yet not suffocate you with my touch when do I know our proximity is just enough? and how many glances do we exchange before the spell is broken as you walk away from my sight and I let you slip by without a fight? and what is the definition of too much? is too much, the spark that I feel? is too much, the words I fail to speak? is too much, wanting you, for me? is too much, holding on when I should let you free?
© amrita
Profound.