catching a moment
in a jar

and its gone
before you see it

before you put the lid on
you are lost to a daydream.

Haven't been myself for a while now
In my head
Can't complain cause I've been here

Haven't been yourself for a while now
In your head
Still complain cause you don't hear

Sometimes we don't like missing someone.
The thing is we don't want them being our memory. But still, we miss them somewhere.

Your Beauty
Is like Moonlight
Waltzing
WithIn
Evening waterfalls

Reynaldo Casison

She says,

"Open up your eyes to me," while we were on a blind date.
Some opinions come a bit late; early remarks are great —
And there’s a fearful much of men, of that phrase,
"oh, I'm late."

But I fear when she's running late for our date,
And secretly isn't coming anyway.

So my eyes remain shut; as from first interactions,
It looks for us, this thing isn’t going anywhere!