You came from nowhere, without any warning or precautions.
You are subtle and gentle but cunning.
But you are persistent. You force your way towards me.
What a beautiful oxymoron.
You make your presence felt. Your spirit is such an air to breathe.
Within those time and space, I get to know you.
I like what I saw and feel. The fun had just begun.
Finally I can relate, I mattered.
I was hooked. The fragments of you are my playground.
Everything fits into places, I thought.
But then your perfect timing comes.
You runaway with no traces. We parted as that is the only choice.
I am left sore and back to my boring life.
A scar that reminds me not to trust a ghost.