Every time I close my eyes
I see a face,
clear and perfect. Yet
ever changing
like a memory
fading and morphing.
I don't know this face,
who they are or
where they're from.
Why they're in my head.
And at night, those
images morph themselves into dreams,
and I see her again;
her lost blurry eyes
in search of something
they can't find.
And then,
in a brief moment of clarity
they meet mine
and I somehow feel
found again, like a piece
of my soul has been given back.
Every time I try my hardest to hold on,
desperate to stay there with her,
scared of waking up lost.
Sometimes I think
she's just another lost
lonely soul
in search of
an old friend
who she's known forever.
Sometimes I think
she's out there
wandering the world
and that maybe
with some patience and luck
I'll meet her one day.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
Every time I close my eyes
I see a face,
clear and perfect. Yet
ever changing
like a memory
fading and morphing.
I don't know this face,
who they are or
where they're from.
Why they're in my head.
And at night, those
images morph themselves into dreams,
and I see her again;
her lost blurry eyes
in search of something
they can't find.
And then,
in a brief moment of clarity
they meet mine
and I somehow feel
found again, like a piece
of my soul has been given back.
Every time I try my hardest to hold on,
desperate to stay there with her,
scared of waking up lost.
Sometimes I think
she's just another lost
lonely soul
in search of
an old friend
who she's known forever.
Sometimes I think
she's out there
wandering the world
and that maybe
with some patience and luck
I'll meet her one day.
In thoughts and in dreams. Someone I don't know.
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