You came to me like a hard charger, being as blunt and forceful as few have come before. You invited yourself into my little space of the world, almost demanding to know me and my method. Soon you invited yourself into my mind. You said all of those things I'd like to hear, pulling on the desires to know more and learn about a mystery. Your voice was instantly intoxicating, your spirit came through loud and clear. Your laughter was like a brilliant chorus to my imagination, I could hear your smile and your somber. Wonderment and tenderness filled my mind just as you took your leave, building an uncontrolable longing for the next encounter.
Time went by and the familiar feeling of uncertainly occured. When shall we speak again I wondered, when will time stand still once more just to hear your breath and sigh? As the clock ticked, day became night, nights became days, I waited. You would return, bringing back moments of edge, moments of dying to hear more, to speak more, to experience more. However, the time seemed to fade again and later, so did the feeling of your charge, your question, your gaze.
Now I sit, yet move on. I do wonder if that moment shall ever comeback again, or is the window closed for good, just like that. It was a merry meet, a fun experience that I'll treasure no doubt. However, curiosity and uncertainty fill my head at the moment, rendering me speechless at times. I can lavish in the moment over and over again, but it won't be the same and creating a dungeon out of a memory is never good for the heart.
How so though am I to move forward with such questions spinning in my mind? It's hard to take the next step when you're still stuck in the shadows of a night.