Dating : A

Time is passing me by,
But why am I so shy,
To realize that I have actually moved on?
And all you leave me with is a piece of
Chocolate
That says I’m special.
Isn’t this the perfect embodiment of my current situation?
I look at that piece and it makes me happy
Because it makes me feel special.
But special to whom?
To you.
Really?
I think I can only be special to myself.
Because I know my truth
But I don’t know yours.
And I can’t,
I don’t want to.

I think in the end we’re just sharing time
The little time that is ours on this earth
With people.
The moments that are there
And meant to pass by.
Will their meaning overstay the relativity of time?
Or get blurry as well
Until we meet again
And then what is there left to say
Was I ever a part of your life?
Or just a loose book page
In an open cage
Like dandelion
Ready to be blown away by the wind
But holding on to the nostalgia
you created within me.
Attaching me to your smell and spell
Ready to let go, before I even hold on to you.

Maybe.
We’ll meet again
Like we all complement each other’s circles of lifes.
Like the sunflower is reaching out for sun.
Or maybe we’re all lost
By trying to fix each other’s meaning.