Dialogue or dream

[enders_solice]

Tell me again
Tell me about the distance between stars
Between crossed hearts and
Silent deaths
A kiss in his 'never' or a cupped face
In her 'maybe'
Distance is relative when black and white lines, can be whispered through an ink soaked space
Truth or lies the same
Delivered through imagined lips
Rolled carefully over the tongue
With key strokes
As real as though written on your skin
Words fit like lovers
Painting each 'maybe' as a memory
Her silhouette in his mind
A gift crossing the distance between stars
Tell me again