On Stars, Eyelashes, and Pink Cars

My nose burns and stings with regret
as my eyes fill with memories and missed oppourtunities
i wish i could walk up to and just hold your hand
you wouldnt flinch away
and we wouldnt have to say a word, everything would be understood
and we would feel perfect for a few minutes until everything came crashing down upon us
and we ran for our sanity
i just wish i could slip my fingers between yours, in silence