Fleeting

Losing it all...

...When was the last time I tried?

When did I try finding love again?

It feels like yesterday,

but time buries it in the past.

I fell for that myth.

"Love at first sight."

But it was the only sight.

And I never saw her again.

But I look. I search. I seek.

I try to remember that face.

I can't find it.

Not in mind, not out there.

Where could she have gone?

Was it just a mirage?

A delusion to keep me occupied?

To waver? To forget?

Either way, all I drew from this...

...was that it felt good sharing words with her.

Reviews

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"Fleeting" is one of my favorite words. I feel like everything in the world is fleeting. I have always tried to make my mind linger over those fleeting memories. I just can't think of a better word for so much of what really is our existence.

The fourth line: "but time buries it in the past." - it just sounds a little awkward to me in correlation to the lines surrounding it. Though the concept is a strong one.- something to think about.

What you have described adequately here is a fleeting thought, concept and memory. Good job,
have fun,
Erin