Sometimes you’re here, sometimes you’re gone,
this feeling is achingly torn.
Having you near is an idea absurdly forlorn
but nevertheless, daydreams are born.

My heart yearns to collide with yours but my mind says otherwise. 
There are plenty out there but none that made its pulse beat twice.

Two paths crossed in unclad junctions,
gestures unfolding with meaningful juxtaposition.
Maybe to some, love is more than existence,
when night falls, all are just mere coincidence.

-theoriginalest  24/10/2011