Waiting on the Cliff

Our eyes met in the wrong moment of time. Two maps already folded,

names already signed. Coffee cups between us, yet the years stood still.

One glance cuts straight through everything we built. Our eyes met too late,

I know, when dreams were already nearing. And one brief look, a whole lifetime

lived that never got the chance to begin. Our eyes met, my chest caught

fire. But my hands stayed frozen at my side. In that split second, the heart confessed

we missed our turn in another life. Oh-oh-oh-oh. There was so much we never dared to

say. Every careful question pushed the truth away. Laughter on the