When she is here, it’s beautiful. It’s as if we become one and are free. For that moment when I see her I know. I know and so does she. But what we know doesn’t explain the why.
Why has the world led us to this moment? Am I referring to my moment, your moments, the moments experienced by the world, by life. Or am I simply being mindful of none other than myself? As always.
As always, except for perhaps when we reunite. For years I have been searching and running. From one to the other watching and waiting. Hoping for a hint of that feeling I have when I see her. It is chemical. It is euphoric. And it lasts as long as I see her.
I can see her.
I can feel her,
and I know her, as I’ve known no other.
I wish it could be forever, yet I, I am the one who leaves.
It is my mind which wanders, it is my eye which turns away. It is that moment which lasts but a second that carries infinite circumstance and absence. It is I who leaves…
And with time, comes the moments. Memories are bliss, what we perceive is as real as a shadow.
Who is she?