Psicodiafanógenos

Ethernal sadness of long-lost sights

Am I living in the past?
Should I just let it go?
Everytime I look at my stuff
Sights of the day before come by
They're so warm, so nice
So rich, so bright, I wonder
Would it have to be this way?

We were very close,
Kindred spirits, I used to say
Our names mingled once
Mixture of equalities, inequalities
Quality of a relationship
As strange as it was magic
As interesting as problematic.

When you see a melding of bodies,
That may be intense.
When you see a melding of minds,
A singularity. Unique.

Storm of strange feelings
Taking over a confused soul
Ethernal sadness of long-lost sights.