Simply put, you're an enigma,
An oxymoron in the least,
My memories of you are less than few
Yet your presence lasts more than weeks.
Formerly I knew you,
But now you've gone away
And I cannot account a single time
I thought you wouldn't stay.
Mistakenly I lent you interest,
Withheld a sliver of your time,
However, never did I realize
That not ever could you be mine.