It was about reading between the lines, it was about the intricacies. It was about the subtleties that hid themselves so explicitly within the complexities. A juxtaposition of images with a cutting word in between. You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much. Just when I reach a moment of clarity; it’s over, nothing left to touch. A bitter aftertaste, so much potential, but such a premature ending that everything ended up as waste.