158 One day

One day, we’ll be in front of a beautiful view.
I won’t look at you, and I’ll say
— You know, you were my first love.
You won’t look at me nor say anything,
but I’m sure you’d be thinking
— I know.
And I’ll wish for you to say
— I felt the same thing
because I know you did, even if only for a night.
There’ll be more silence,
we’ll stare that beautiful view,
we won’t look at each other.
In the end, we’ll walk silently and slowly towards somewhere else
pretending to be okay
and I’ll still be wishing for you to say what you really felt
for your head to come closer to mine
and for your lips to touch mine.
Even knowing that I’ll never feel you
in the way I’ve sadly wanted to.