same love.

Each time I looked at him,
Even more if I stared,
I felt love, in the form of fear.

There was his hands, and his face,
Mostly it was in his eyes that I could tell,
He isn't here, he wasn't mine, yet I was his.

Lost in thoughts, hands so cold,
It doesn't sound like love,
He isn't the one I loved,
Yet head over heels still I was.

I felt the distance despite him beside me,
The hollow in what once was my home,
That emptiness similar to when he was gone,
It didn't take very long-

It has already happened before.

-riri-