Lost

I don’t meet people I befriend very often, or I don’t befriend people I meet very often, I say hi, I promise things, but friendship scares me and I remain the stranger I was before we met. But sometimes I meet someone, someone who does more to me than scaring me. Sometimes I meet someone who frightens me, thrills me, excites me, terrifies me, someone who I fear losing if I don’t completely devote myself to this person.

And that’s what I do. I hand myself to you. I give myself to you. I love and desire to be loved back. I lose myself. I get lost.

While you, you don’t. You hold back and move on. You let go. You know your way out of the maze, and you leave. You leave while I stay in there, knowing my way out, but refusing to do so. I re-walk the paths we’ve walked, touch the things you’ve touched, breathe the air we inhaled. I get lost in what we were. In your memories in treasured boxes, but in my, my everything.

I’m lost in you