And then one day you're brushing your hair, and you find yourself in his arms. And he's stroking your hair, and you smell that warmth you thought you'd lost forever. You shut out the world till all you see is his face. He smells of waterfalls and musk.
And then you look up, and it's just you in front of the mirror. You wonder why it had to dissolve. You wonder if he feels the same way.
And on other days, you wish he wouldn't call.
Maybe you'll see me in another time,
Walk past me, not knowing who we were to each other once.