Yumi

Glass towers rise, numbers spin, voices echo where the air is thin. Steps on marble, time unfolds, but something’s missing, something cold. Love is closer than a whisper, further than the stars. Slipping through my fingers, like reflections in the dark. Routine hums like static waves, faces pass but never stay. The skyline glows, a silver dream, but where’s the fire beneath the screen? Love is closer than a whisper, further than the stars. Slipping through my fingers, like reflections in the dark. Maybe it was here before, maybe it was never real. A breath, a spark, a fleeting shore, something seen but never held. And if I turn, will I find it near? Or is it only meant to disappear?