I sometimes still think about you and how this place is now shaded in blue I try to extricate and think of what I can do Deliberately believing all else is untrue  I sometimes still think of the soul that burned Curiosity & longing, one day you will return Meanwhile, I hunt for comfort in foreign’s herd Catching limerence but nothing is earned  I sometimes think this feels nouvelle It would have been easier if we just bid farewell Losing faith as I am under your spell I remain seated in this silence to compel  I sometimes ponder when Love & Hate meets Would you still hope this piece of...