It’s way over time.
I laughed a lot, because you made me. I hoped, because you gave me.
I sought, I used to, yet I have never come to an understanding.
At other times, I got frustrated, because you always slipped away.
You are like thin air, yes because you’re never really there.
I see through you, because I can’t see you.
Far from what I thought you were, you are intangible.
I am convinced, and there won’t be any more conflicting emotions.
While they find excuses to keep them,
I found many to lose my infatuation with you.
I’ll run, I’ll turn away. It comes naturally,
so don’t ask.
The last.
The times; it’s long gone.
You haunt me, the red and the white.
I no longer find your presence (or disappearance) of any significance.
Even if you’re right here beside me.
My phantom lover,
no more.
