Falling In Love

Can we meet again? You, wearing your black jacket; Me, empty in mind or thought. You ask what I want. I want long hours of chatter. Know you are happy, even when I am not. Can we meet again? This time, both of us touch each other's souls, holding on and never letting go. Should a heartbeat book an appointment? A touch of soul, a set time? Funny how milk tarts are sweet, but can't tweet. I'll always call to say goodnight. I hope your phone can keep voice notes. One day, my words will matter. It is not a fling, only that our hearts are still pink.