Knowing where and when you are
Trapped in my own timeline.
No past or future.
Thinking about you in the now…
And forever.
I’ve imagined a thousand lives together.
Each with a rude awakening and bitter taste,
As the sweet scent of you vanishes.
The incompetence I feel as the mirage of you slips away,
Back into the deepness of my subconscious.
For there is where I hide you, where I seek refuge when I feel like a lily pad on water in the middle of a storm.
The sum of words from every spoken language across the ages is not enough to compose into sound vibrations what you make me feel.
I do not understand the why nor the how behind your incredible act,
But I remain dazed and awed in how defenseless I feel to your every movement through this fabric of time and space.
I may die and be reborn a million times and I am sure I may never feel the same.
To die and be reborn, never feel the same.
Perhaps that is what it takes…
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