4:02 AM

I can never really explain the feeling
of walking by you.
It's like déjà vu.

I see you and I feel like I've been there before,
and I start getting images of you in my head
and these memories start to resurface
and it's taken me just one glance
into those evocative eyes
to realize this was real.

It was real not too long ago
and it only took two eyes to lock
in order to bring back
that old flame.

And that's scary.
It's so scary how one look into someone's eyes
can somehow bring all of that back.

And it's scary
how much I've accomplished
now that you're gone
because goals so fragile like that
can crumble like sugar
stuck together in the palm of your hand.

And it's scary how I look back at words
and read them as if they still have meaning.

And it's scary how the words clung to them
could change one's mind at the beginning of
one sentence.

So don't tell me you've stopped thinking
about it all,
because I know you do,
because how could 3 years not mean
anything to you??