ᵀᴴᴱ b̲r̲e̲e̲z̲e̲

To this person I may regret to not being closer with, 

The breeze brushes your face in the silence.

I tremble, afraid of drifting too far from you.

Each breath reminds me of my absence

and of the regret of never having had the courage to come close to you.

I wish I could become your air,

fill myself with the distance between us,

yet my heart remains captive to these dark regrets.

I dedicate these words to you, a glance you will never offer, 

And now, I fear I write only to fill this emptiness.

I dream of the moment when your gaze will imprison me,

when my soul will be soothed by your gentle, lucid presence. 

Your steps fade away and carry me into the dark,

and I end up alone, haunted, désormais à n’aimer* only you.

(Doomed now to love)*

With All my futur regrets,

AMR!