Temporarily Satisfied

A Poem by Anxhela Spahiu

I feel a different type of high
from something that's just temporary
a temporary satisfaction...
fueled by attraction, compassion, and passion
but nothing really lasts forever
not you, nor I
not us, or them
everything is momentary-
what "is" turns into "remember when?"
the problem is we think we have time
a thought that we have to redefine
a thought so naive
making it hard for us to believe
that "time" is so deceiving
the only thing impossible to retrieve
one day it's here, the next it's gone
so,
forever-ever?
never-ever
I'll enjoy today
and pray for better