Your back tells a million stories

I'm only a few steps behind you,
but it feels so much more distanced.

The smile, that once was only for me,
is now gone.

Your warm tough has faded away.

But I still want you.

We started to wear masks again.
I can't show you me.

The flower that once bloomed is now asleep.
Colours have lost there strength.
The moon is the only light we have.

But I still want you.

Even if the distance grows
I can't let it go.
I wish I could take of my mask
I wish I could show you my true self.
But I know that I'm to afraid.

Give you the flower, that is now asleep.

Could you tell me?
Tell me what to do?

Even if the distance grows,
I still want you.

But I know I can't show you
Show you me

I wish we could take of our masks.

Your steps tell me stories.
Stories no one can tell.
No words.

The flower that has fallen asleep.

I know I can't show you.

But I still want you.