The Romance

There's a rhythm,
I've calculated,

that starts right about now..

in these moments of my life

Where time seems stretched over just one moment
in a matter of seconds..
Its fleeting,
Its enduring
a self perpetuating juncture

that occurs
and ends often..

It is reborn..
and dies just the same...

and I can't understand it,
I cant relive it
I cant remember it after it passes...

but I remember how it feels

and that

is all that I have left ...

for when it returns...