I was lost
in her,
and from
her
I saw it all
my future,
present,
the times we will
have and those
we never will

How can I
find
that which
I am
lost in

deprive and never speak
out
and sometimes
just act

That will give
you
a glimpse of
light

yet be conscious
of
thyself,
for an act
turns into
an essay,
a story,
a novel,

of a part
or
the whole

of
life.