10:54 p.m.

You are not mine; you are not lost in me

Not the lost I wanted it to be.

Lost like the candle lit in the day

Lost like a snowflake, that melted away.


Thoughts I have will never find you, still.

No spirit of us in memory, the flowers till wilt

Reminiscence as I am, it’s one-sided in might

Lost like the lost shine in the light.


Deep in a love, I wish I were out

I find that hope, and senses throughout.

The intensity remains there shatters the will

I hold on to a kind of thing that remains unrequited–