And then I’ll be gone
And it wouldn’t make sense
I don’t want it to make sense
Maybe centric
On the sense of touch
Only recaptured in the most lucid of dreams
Trance,echo
Did you not see it in my face
Hear it in my voice
As it abruptly get cut off
From the phone
This is not meant to last
But it’s meant to be beautiful
If not a song you hear in your heart
As it mends
Though was never torn apart
The laughter exchanged can fill a lifetime
Bouncing light on corners hidden, shed
The meaningful, most times are but flowers let to believe it is reaching the sun
While never escaping an inch from the ground
Life, read backwards, is not about finding treasure
Moreso about finding purpose and pleasure
And it has been a pleasure
To meet you
danDAman 