Reason

I’ve met you in a thousand

different forms.

Many different colors too.

And for some reason,

this imprint hurt the most.

I was hoping you were different.

In fact,

I fell so hard even

with distance and, prayed to God

to make it work.

Not for me, not for you, but

For us.

Yet for some reason,

my heart inevitably broke.

Twice.

Then once more.

And then again and again

up until the day the glass was full and broke.

Naively I thought that’d be

the last I’ll see you,

but you popped in again

to say hello.

My tears didn’t matter,

and neither did the pain.

Because although it pains me to forget it,

For some reason,

I know you’ll return

again.

05.03.20