This Feeling Isn’t Mine
When I’m with him,
the world floats away.
He
is my world.
The time goes by in a flash.
I remember being happy,
but I don’t remember
what we did.
I remember hearing his voice,
but I don’t remember
what we said.
I remember there were lines,
but I don’t remember
why they were important.
When we’re apart,
the world comes into focus
and time with him
blurs around the edges.
His words and actions
don’t make any sense now,
though they did.
The warmth I felt around him
is an enigma I examine,
desperate to understand
where it came from
and how to prevent its return.
If I lose my mind to him,
I’ll also lose my life.
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