he took my breath away
with none but one gaze
exposing my scattered brain
a memory clear but a haze
i saw him in hindsight
yet i was still stuck in a daze
to count how many times
i lost myself in so many ways
and like fog he quickly faded
leaving me alone in the chase
i almost caught him but i missed
despite focusing on his face
i'll leave it to you guys to interpret what happens here. but sometimes we never see the people we are looking for. maybe because we're too close to see the bigger picture. or they're looking for us too.
7/13 of the Pocketry Series
