“Stealth”

You were gone in an instant

And that almost dropped my sanity dead

I never thought you’d just be gone ahead

I lingered on my cold, safe haven

A haven of imagination

Where lines intersect, ours indeed

I thought you’re there really

I always did

I can’t believe this

At some point we’d met

Though we’ll never see each other’s souls and hearts

I was still satisfied,

Thinking I could always catch a glimpse

In that eyes made of hazel brown

Somehow you’re just gone

In stealth, are you?

Your absence is a gash to my soul

I spoke to my eyes to whom were my tears for

But what’s the point when there’s only one line

Did the intersection even exist?

What do I do now, when there’s no more?

How can I know that I am alone, when I can’t even feel you’re away?

How is sadness possible?

When my object of being sad doesn’t exist?

Why did you make me feel abandoned?

Where are you?

(October 26, 2016)