It often begins with the urge to complete a puzzle,
to compare the image in my mind with the picture of reality.
I speculate your thoughts, your dreams, your truth.
Psychoanalyse in line with the lines of my vanity.
It often starts so simple;
a joke said in a crowd that made me crack a smile.
Conversations about the the basics and the trivial.
Destiny running its course in the meanwhile.
Then it’s one or two reoccurring thoughts,
easy to put aside, difficult to forget.
I begin to think I know what you want,
and then spend countless hours checking if I’m correct.
I begin to assume that I know you,
because the smile you send my way is one other haven’t seen.
I begin to presume you know me too,
in your guarded mind lies my vulnerable thoughts and dreams.
If only it remained that easy,
fluttering insects, glass rose tinted.
But one must wake up from their dreams eventually,
start to taste the regret, see the signs that were hinted.
what your words meant, where your thoughts went.
Then maybe I wouldn’t have been so confused,
by the daydreams filling the gaps of your absence.
It often ends with the puzzle still incomplete,
my mind and heart finally settled.
I learn to stop looking for your missing piece,
but I never do learn to forget you.
Salaam loves! I know it's been a while. I hope you like the poem
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