The Woman in Yellow

She never spoke a word and I could hear her. As we made soul contact, gathering our assumptions from unaware pleasures. Our assumptions created this figment which was deemed necessary for our individul criteria. "Could it be the truth"? Who would crack first, we play the game and don't realize time is running its course. Let us meet in the mutual distance, revealing our assumptions to one another. If not I may never see you again, but could only write about you. Waste time causes a what if? Consequently causing a loss of more time wondering.