Brief moments spent together
Hours, days, months spent apart
We hold on to the memories
Our minds fill the blanks with our own desires
Do I even know who you are?
Or are you but a manifestation of my projections?
Time zones and oceans between us
The frequency of communications start to dwindle
Reality begins to set in...
I was in a relationship with the idea of you.
Thoughts are like clouds passing by on a windy day.
Yet today, there is no wind.
I only see you.
Did my words carry the same weight as yours did for me?
Did the moments we shared, naked and vulnerable at the darkest of hours, lose any significance they may have had?
Attempts at seeing the beauty of a short lived affair are inevitably drowned out by the need to hold on, by my attachment to you.
I miss you.
Lust is craving all your attention.
It is an addiction to the idea of you.
It is a selfish projection of what one wants you to be and what you can be for someone.
It is the inability to distinguish the way you make someone feel from the person you truly are.
It is brief moments of fire, pleasure, passion.
But when the dust settles, lust will always fade.