A Journal

It’s you again.
I see you now and every when.
But its always you at a different place
at the same time.

You move too quickly it’s hard to remember
but too beautiful it’s hard to forget.
Always so brief and so imaginable.
Everything in such short instance

I want to stay but I know I can’t.
Cause then again, nothing you say is real
tis’ the feeling they say that only matters
but no it doesn’t. Not here, not forever

It’s hard to open with eyes blurry,
and see you were never there.
Not a trace, not a fickle
but only a bittersweet aftertaste

I write and write,
hurriedly as I always do.
The same wish,
the same person,
the same time.
Nothing ever changes,
Nothing will.

I can never avoid you