Feeling Incomplete While Lost In Thought
when i met you,
the art on the
walls of you were
bright and expressive
with statements and
exclamations
after a while, age and
change somehow soured
the sweetness that held
in the savoring
i became uncomfortable even
in my own discomfort around
you
as a result so painstakingly
unfortunate, i had to make
harsh choice to pack my life
up in the trunk of my car and
choose my own brand of change
now it is many moons and suns
later and the thought of you popped
up like popcorn
i guess it was the lady in the discount
store whose buttercream skin and
particular walk reminded me of other
lifetimes and you
something told me to scream out your
name as our song started playing out of nowhere
ironically
yet something else held me back, and for the rest
of the day i feel incomplete while lost in thought
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