Ours

Every time I look at you, 

I lose parts of me.

And now, 

When I look at you, 

I find a reflection of myself, 

Staring back at me.

And every time, 

I push my hands to you, 

To reach you, 

To pick myself up, 

To pick the ones I lost, 

I end up, 

Picking parts of you

And fill myself with them, 

Again. 

Slowly, 

Getting lost in this melancholic dream

Of somber melodies

And beautiful memories 

We dreamt for ages, 

That'd forever be yours and mine, 

But never ours.