(When I was Thinking of You)

I feel my heartbeat pump like a drum

It's here

Adrenaline rushing in my toxic veins

It's here

Drawn nearer to the edge of overload

It's here

A tempest in my head, swirling an image of you

It's here

I felt around for myself, and I kept reaching

But I'm lost

Self-assurance at its best, patting the back pocket of my jeans

But it's lost

Eyes wandering far beyond anybodies sight

But not lost

In a fantasy of fiction within fiction, and fact within lies

But all is and isn't lost

The love that I've been pining

Is gone

My heart that I've been treating

Is gone

Stars that I've been counting

Is gone

And the fear of ever losing you

Is gone

Because the person who I loved the most

Is gone

And all that is gone wasn't lost, but was here at the beginning, the middle, and another beginning. The end has not reached its peak, because, after all, here and there, people get lost to another beginning- beginning another way, beginning to be lost again. To be gone ephemerally.

//k.u