Thinking about you the other day,
it occurred to me,
why did
your thoughts not leave me,
the way you left me alone, to fend for myself,
the
thirst of my spirit, the search of my soul.
Unrequited, these thoughts weigh me down,
To be re-born every time,
my soul searching yours,
the few
moments they held on to each other,
and then let go,
to go with the wind,
that
carried them far...
far away into yonder.
Chasing each other,
and letting ourselves go,
every time we
found each other,
what kind of a game is this?
Why do we let go of ourselves,
after holding each other so close?
While holding you was wonderful,
being
held by you… was my dream come true,
chasing you with all these beautiful
memories was bliss,
floating towards you,
weighed down by your memories,
was
the painful pleasure, that I seek,
But...
so it is you let go of me,
and float
before me…
Time travelers, or timeless travelers floating in time?