Supply And Demand

A slight friction
Between the known and unknown.
The known, when is gone, no longer exists.
The unknown, when is never in mind, separates.
A body touches an object, winds blow you away.
Nothing changes but no longer stays the same.
Kept love, after a year and a half.
A slight friction, a gap, a barrier,
Between who you, what you stand for.
Zero gravity.
Endless thoughts of communication.
There is nothing left to say, nothing left to lose.

Separation

Just another person
Just another day
Unjust situations, all at the same day.
Just another thought
Just another kiss
Unjust separation, it's time to say goodbye.
Just another minute
A critical minute for you;
Just another day without you