There was nothing when I saw you last night,
no warmth, no words.
We were barely there together,
you were cold like back in the days when I feared you -I guess I still do sometimes.
And I did not surrender to your presence,
did not melt, did not stop breathing;
I stopped minding it, as if it were a detail,
and not the one only thing I’d been longing for.
A stinging mindless encounter
deprived of all you’d ever made me feel.
Deprived of hopes of ever making you feel anything, on top of it.
I whispered to myself “Maybe this is better”,
saw what I was in your eyes, an almost stranger
when I tried to walk away your eyes stung my bones like frostbite needles.
— LG ; Mixed signals I dream of seeing