Eternity is a creation of the mind...

walking with you on the lonely streets,
in the green bushes,
I always realised while holding your hands,
'this is the idyllic existence
that I yearned for."
'twas a sylvan plain always;
each and every moment with you,
as if each one was eternity.

yet,when I came home,
I realised,
Eternity is a creation of the mind.
it ends where you want it to,
where you start thinking of your existence.
and in a moment, everything is swapped.

the heat of your body,
that gives me tranquility is far away.
I am left cold, aloof,
far away from you.
yearning for you.
indulging myself in nostalgia.

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