ellipses

you.

these words are inadequate

my

thoughts are meaningless

for they fail to grasp the

entirety of my emotions for

you.

all i seem to do is contemplate on the

could have beens

the

supposed connection which lies between us two

which seems to only exist in my mind

yet,

what am i to make of the engaged-in conversations

when we share the space alone?

how am i to explain away

the way you can see and know me

without an exchange of words?

what am i to make of your touch

and

the way you caressed more than my face

as we explored that forbidden kiss?

you.

you are

my dot dot dot

you.

you are

my question mark

you.

are not mine.

with each passing day i

make attempts at forgetting you

attempt

to erase images from my subconscious mind

and conscious being

your images

yet all that i am capable of is creating new ones

fabricating various play by plays of places that we travel to

and names we call our children

and

destines that await us...

yet,

now with eyes wide open

i am reminded that

you

are not mine

that

you

chose not me

that

you

love another each night

that

a we could never be

and i am forever lost in the

unknown space

between the

dot dot dot.