The silence between words is lonely for a moment, catching wishes only to chase after them

I can't explain it in words, but
I think it's probably different.

Receiving something like that feeling,
I felt it as a "denial" for a moment,
and felt somewhat lonely.
But the face that released that feeling seemed somehow lost.

Placing words one by one,
searching for words to connect.
In the end, I don't know "what" it is.
It's just that, rather than a "denial",
it feels like a wish saying, "I can't explain it now, but could you accept it?"

Will you explain it to me someday?
Or will it be washed away by time and forgotten?
Or is it neither?

Perhaps,
you will use that hesitation as fuel,
and take a step forward.

Even though you are right beside me,
like the sky I look up at,
you are close yet far away.
But you know, I find myself glancing your way.