evoked, yet again.

The eyes meet the eyes.
The breathe warms my cold soul.
The hands hide my tiny finger.
The strings of our hearts make the perfect tune;
the tunes to which my soul dances on, with all the moves which gets us closer.
The distance now rips open my heart like the slashes of the freezing wind.
now that i miss you,
so, i tell you.
when there's a flash back,
"you make my life worth-watching."