Before ;
I had a way of getting lost in things,
In books,
In meaningless television dramas.
In sunset and sunrise.
In starry skies.
And moonlit nights.
I had always been lost in routines and fallacies and fantasies and at times in idleness.
You ;
Lost.
Till the day I came across a pair of strange eyes.
I was lost still,
But not in sunsets and sunrise.
The books weren't amusing and the dramas were all bland.
The skies meaningless and the moon just a ball of light.
Routines were tiring.
Idleness was uncomfortable..
I was still lost.
But now lost in your thoughts.
Lost in meeting you.
Lost in the time spent with you.
Lost in spending time with you.
Life felt like a sonnet and I was lost living it with you in it.
Lost in loving you.
After;
Lost.
Lost in watching you slowly drift away.
Lost in watching you leave.
Lost in your departure.
Lost in a life without you.
Life felt like an elegy and I was lost living it without you in it.
Lost in forgetting you.
