I was searching that day, the day that you found me.
I was floating,
in between reality and a fantasy playground.
I was running,
running as far as I could go
from the troubles that haunt me presently.
I didn't want to be found; yet you found me
and just like that my delusion shattered.
I could feel the pull of sorrow floating,
The push, tug pull of a rip current.
Of a wave's barrel as it drags you under its blissful wing.
Seeping, sinking into everything that I have become.
Do you remember that day?
I have never been the same because of it; you should remember.
It would be cruel not to.
Please, darling, oh please just remember my lips.