Lost Data

Lost Data

it was a brilliant affair
quiet, discrete and peaceful
extraordinarily simple
only conversation
pleasant and light
and extremely meaningful
for both, for him, for me
and suddenly it disappears
and everything is lost
just as it was about to reach a turning point
so i mourn the departure
and search fervently for him
with what little i've got
with a name and an age
and find nothing
but i pray that he search for me
that he look everywhere
that he find me again
and as i keep searchign for him
the fervor dies down
and it becomes a habit
not even a true born desire
but something i owe myself to do
some routine i've made myself
no real feelings
no real conviction
just an insatiable desire to prove it was real.