Everyday I open a portal
To catch a glimpse of you
Through what you choose to keep
Or what you deem worthy to show.
I desperately search through it all
To see if I’m a part of your hall of thought
And if I stumble upon you glancing my way
That’s all it takes to make my day.
Maybe we were cursed by being
Locked in a state of constant yearning
But I would rather relive this loop of melancholy
Than rewrite any part of our memoir.
