Undeniably Awake

...felt in the heartbeat of a whisper

There’s a slow pull of something alive
we cannot name aloud.
I send silk across the void,
romantic words, warm and weighty,
and you respond with a heartbeat's whisper...
It lingers there,
in the space where longing could bloom,
where words might have caught fire,
where we might have met,
and still... it is not meant.
Two lives tethered elsewhere,
left with the current buzzing in the air,
and for a suspended moment,
you make me feel...
undeniably awake.