So I must hesitate, chest pounding in misery,
And consider my next moment, next eternity,
Must I keep running along this desolate shore,
To chase someone I that feel condemned to adore?
If only I could catch up to you, reach out, and –
But once again, you withdraw your outstretched hand.
Every moment’s pause, every breath I take,
Every step is false hope, all this feels fake,
But once I resolve to give in, give up, move away,
Suddenly you step to-wards me and dare to say,
“If only, if only, if only…”
I sigh, I run, I feel more lonely.
Inspired by a brief conversation with I-, may you find your way off your own ruinous path.
Discarded Recollections 