Good evening, it seems
I’m swept away by the rhythm of my own awareness
A memory of that day lingers—
you greeted me,
while I blushed.

Days slip into days,
time trickles through minutes,
feelings once faint and unclear—
now you knock,
awakening me when everything is weary.

At ten o’clock,
I write of you
in verses that never find their end.
I pen the final paragraph on a page titled feeling
not knowing why I was in such a rush—
unaware I was falling
into a darkness that never truly forms.

Just one reason:
I’m trying to heal
from the pain that—once again—has pained me.