Fleeting,
Like the days of our lives.
Like the hope in my heart.
Like my voice, hoarse- exhausted.

Let me keep running from my problems for they are mine to bear.
Nothing in life is free, including your aide
Stop insinuating that you actually care.

The space by my side is reserved for no one, a stranger.
Alone in a room full of people, do we all feel the same?
It’s easier to float and drift than brace against the current.

Like my life.
Like all of the good intentions.
Like the day that we met.
Fleeting.
Ephémère.