𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓼~

𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪

I miss you so, my dearest boy,
When you vanish for weeks without word.
My heart trembles, yet finds no joy,
Chasing dreams that seem so absurd.

You are Cerynitis, I am Hercules—
I chase, I reach, yet you evade.
Like summer winds that brush the trees,
You touch my skin, then quickly fade.

I grasp at you, but you slip away,
I run behind you, but swifter you stray.
I hear your voice and I look around—

In vain, you’re gone into the meadow.
I long for you, but can’t hold on tight.
Will I reach you? Perhaps, one night.