Impermanent

I could talk with you forever,
But it gets shorter all the time.
And I slowly let this idea go,
This thing that haunts my dreams.
I miss you when you’re gone
But you’re never really here.
This thing is so temporary,
Yet I can’t bring myself to let it be.
I want you to see in me
What I see in you,
But I know it’s impossible.
Our souls aren’t written the same way.
And maybe I’ll just leave you,
Up on this precarious edge of my heart.
And if you stay,
Despite everything meant to separate,
Perhaps I won’t feel so silly after all.
But I know, unfortunately,
I’m chasing an idea…
It’s not you that makes me run.