Feels like dementia,
some moments stay longer while
loss of memory persists on
a daily basis.

Feels like air,
the attempted grasp onto
something too invisible,
is it even any matter?

Feels like apple,
the first ever word in your book,
significantly taken for granted for
as if first means simple.

Feels like 3 seconds,
the time needed to lock you up,
for all pampering, xoxo,
when it is supposedly ever lasting.