A forgotten daydream

Everyone has someone who they love but cannot have. It's a poem about lost love, where memories come intact but the person never does.

Why he comes back to me? Loaded with all the sentiments of the past, causing numbness to take control over my heart.

Why after years I still find him embedded deep in my thoughts?

During those late night chats, why do I suddenly crave his talks? Why is it always him, whom I search in the crowds?

Why his absence has so much control over me that his presence lacked?

 

He felt like a morning dew, fresh and vivid.

Like a cool breeze in the desert, rendering me alive.

He was the glow in the flowers, that I could never resist.

 

He was a forgotten daydream,

And at 3 am he still makes me feel like a broken toy.

I can still hear myself shattering and descending to the ground.

 

In a world full of question marks, he was my exclamatory sign.

 

He's the chaos to my organized mind, the craziness in my sanity.

The abysmal feeling.

A deceiving reality,

He's the absurd decision of rationality.

 

Then why after years he still comes back to me with his intense eyes?

Being aware of his intentions why I still yearn for the lies?

 

He comes like a childhood memory that you keep hidden in your hearts closet but with a blast it thuds open making you weaker than before.

Like an autumn that would succeed the spring.

Like a cold night that would follow a warm day.

 

After years, he comes back to me, like a withered flower enclosing all the memories.

Piercing through the soul, he reminisces the wishes.

Exposing my vulnerability, he ruins the actuality.

 

When everything seems right, he comes like a storm, revealing commotion of leaving us behind.

He comes in fraction and then assembles in whole, voicing the memories in my mind.

 

After years I still find him snooping around in the back of my brain,

As habits die hard, I think I made him one of mine.

                                   

Author's Note

I am not a professional, just an aspiring writer. I hope you like it, review and comment. Constructive criticism are welcome.