Delirious Desires


Am I mentally messed up too? 
I walk down the halls, the same paths you took.
The same paths that we conversed.
The same paths that we touched.
I still look for your beautiful face
upon the crowded areas. 
When I finally see you, 
I freeze.

Standing still, I lose sight of you.
I search within the unfamiliar faces,
hoping to find your warming body structure again...
but nothing. 
I feel lost, unable to find a way out.
Why do I keep seeing your perfect
impaired face?
Am I mentally messed up as well?


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