There was a day
when you held me.
When you let me hold you and
neither of us spoke
because it was
comfortable
and there was no
need to.

We didn't talk
about the kiss afterward.
We ignored it,
but that was okay.

There was a time
when I was certain
you loved me...
In some way,
because you gave me
your hands and I let you.

The words
I love you
were always unspoken
in the air.
something was always
wrong
with those words
and us.

The meaning was
lost in translation
I think.