Lost

A lesson,
A blessing,
She's both.
A reason
For growth.

Receiving our everyday's pat
La grand amour
Even more than that,
She's my saviour

Picking our usual cup,
Talking about our usual affair
How can I even pick her up,
When she's not there?

Mentally died the first time I lost her
Who knows what will happen,
The second time things do not concur?

Still thinking I'm doing fine
Distance makes me do things out of line
Running out of how to greet
Feeling like walking through a one-way street

Exploring this new world of yours
Hoping my vision won't bring me to my all fours
On the seaside, a fistful of sand
Slipping right through my hand

What we do now did reverse
The words that are said now did diverse
Still believing all are hopeful
To be or not to be, careful