Forehead Kiss

 In the corner of a heart,

on the edge of an eye,

at the end of a memory,

where beginnings say goodbye…

In the ache of a whisper,

in the smile of a tale,

something stayed behind us,

a love too shy and frail.

A hurting memory remains,

still calling me and you,

words we never dared to say,

though deep inside we knew.

Did you belong to me?

Did I belong to you?

Questions left unspoken,

floating in the blue…

Caught inside a forehead kiss,

a moment soft and slow,

a silent kind of loving

we never let to show.

Now the rhythm keeps on playing,

like waves upon the shore,

your memory keeps dancing

inside my heart once more