I saw you walking

then you looked at me Your eyes were curious

observing what you thought

it was an estranger.

 

We were two in a cold morning,

spring was just a witness

and our scene gasping to be

part of the other.

I did not believe what was happening, it was weird.

 

I just keep walking hopping the feeling would disappear.

I was not right. you stick around for a while,

yearning for something.

 

Perhaps the feeling

that paralyze me each time you look

into my eyes.

I couldn't understand you in the moment.

Do to the moment being an illusion ,

 

and my self a fool for being part of it.

how you could describe a creepy feeling.

That creates void and vortex of thoughts

in my whole body.

Making me feel incomplete.

 

Depleting me of myself bringing me

to doubt if I am real.

Because with you, reality feels noting

but fake.