PLASTIC BUDDHA

relative to time

I love Remembering.
I love to reminisce of
all these sights & sounds
all those smells & feelings of
hope, distraughtness, and love,
of my touch on your safe skin
and your touch on mine.

I couldn't have ever known
how ceaseless the passage of time goes,
the only thing that except for distance separates us from real to memory;
Because all of those years feel like all those yesterdays
and silly me stands here
thinking you're a step away, because I remembered you right next to me.
Though you are invariably out of sight, over the horizon,
out of sight relative to time.
I couldn’t see you where years and yesterdays away
Only when I close my eyes, when I need you the most, can I still see you.
and it haunts me forever. .