I think I knew you before I met you.


We were Lost in Transition
But found in each other
A friend, a confidant, another.

Mere days to exchange lives,
wheras friends have years to fail
Caution thrown to the wind
In a brazen personal exchange

To share something that unique and unremitting
monogamy
monogamous
With hours of conversational intercourse,
for some moments are more intimate than sex

But it is already passing
Fleeting memories betray me,
Less form than substance
Ethereal, Transient, (Ghostly)

Your voice my only music
Making a writer lost for words
A Cathartic Call to arms
Falling short in times of need

And if we meet again could it be the same?
Nostalgia alters the past
Expectations cloud the journey
Apprehension invariably takes over

It worked for a while,
but It was never meant forever
3 can mean a few, but two
does not always make a couple

Some things live only in the now
And now has moved on, and so have we
Or was it just me there in the first place?

I think I knew you before I met you.(yet I know I didn't)
But its' already passing. (as it must)
I know that when I wake, (although life continues)
Part of you will not wake with me (not that you ever did).

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