I miss the potential of us,
The energy that we created with every passing moment.
All that we could have been
All that we, maybe, should have been.
Maybe, in some world other than this, we are kinetic.
Perhaps there the great forces that are here barely contained
When we touch, when we kiss, are released
And explode for everyone to see, lighting the darkness,
Being Love, being motion.
But all that I have is this world,
Where I will keep the scent of your hair,
Even when the world has forgotten your name.
And where I miss the energy of us.
Even if potential was all we ever really had.