Isn’t it the saddest things,
You want her but she is not there.
You close your eyes and you see her face,
in dreams you walk with her,
talk to her and you both laugh together.
And then suddenly,
you open your eyes and she is nowhere.
Only in thoughts, only in the lights in the dark.
Like a shadow she walks, beside you, along with you.
But she is not. She is far.
Your thoughts can reach, your eyes cannot see.
Your mind can travel, your fingers cannot unravel.
She is a mystery. What’s our Chemistry?
I call her poetry but She is a story.