Always in the
back of my mind
are theses dreamy scenes
not existing in reality, or at least not anymore.
They are forever teasing me,
grasping my attention,
and having no mercy.
and keep all other thoughts at bay.
And leaving me breathless and
obsessed are these
pretty and cruel
questions without answers.
They revolt me with their truth, yet
are shallow and meaningless.
They torment me with things I am
unable to change:
vacillating between the past
or, worse, futures that will never be,
exciting my senses.
And all because your face is a face I can’t forget.
I’m not able to let go of you, even though I know you are gone.
Zealots give up more easily than my mind.