Memento Memoriam

We decided to just get close enough to make us happy, and that was that. Any closer and we would have combusted, any farther, just withered away. Both of us had felt too many walls sprouting between every pair of eyes in the room, soundproofed columns rooted in fearful egomania. We had wanted to get around all that. But breaking the walls wasn't as meaningful as kissing each other through the class, saliva carving out pressed lips that never met, forming a cast in our memories instead of the fleeting feeling of someone else's breath soaking yours.

We decided to touch fingertips instead of holding each other, to dance with each other until sweat coursed down our bangs, eyes closed as if sleeping. We would walk away from each other, retreating to our separate skies, not seeing what was in front of us but guessing what was behind. Deep breaths sent me hints of your sighs. Our cheeks were flecked with each other's tears. It wasn't love, as they say, but it was the love that they all dream.

When the world spins with winds that carry screams across oceans to deaf ears, we decided to leave it and feel silence instead. Now, silence is all we have, and is all that we'll ever need.