i don't think of what was

or what could have been

that feels another country

somewhere i visited once, existed in once, loved in once

when the doors closed and we found ourselves suddenly free of noise,

of rushing and running

of a constant hustle to exist and earn

there was somewhat a sense of freedom

somewhat a sense of breathing

somewhat a sense of space like no other

but it journeyed on

and we found ourselves continuously there

continuously alone

longing for touch

longing for noise