In a week

The futility of the feeling,
The misguided perceptions,
The helplessness.

I feel from the deepest part of my being,
Deceiving superficiality, cheating romance,
A strong tug in my heart.

Emodying my dreams,
exceeding them to make them seem,
but mere attempts -inexperienced paintings.

Its the small gestures,
fresh air is what I did need,
the piercing blue gaze.

Like I've known you forever,
Like we grew up together,
we breath together.

Kindness that almost hurts,
as it will never be felt again,
The sunglasses that I had so much to say about-but didn't.

The thought that you stole from my head,
The sight of the mooon by the tower,
that captured both our lifes for an instant.

You will never know,
I will never know,
What could have been.

It's now encased, a model with tyres that move,
and will lie on my shelf for perpetuity,
reality surpasses dreams.

But you've made your choice,
you didn't know better,
too late now.

Does she know,
destiny has been good to her,
Does she see.

If nothing more,
the dawning of a realization,
that it is reality to inspire imagination.

An ideal,
a higher bar,
perhaps an impossible.

For the next in line.
Can it be done ?
You have spoilt the chances some more.

If never again,
I am glad it was this week.
Somethings come alive.

Thankyou.