Literature
disappear immediately
we connected like a key into a lost treasure chest,
as two socks that have never been seperated through the
process of washing clothes,
we two fit just like a comfortable coffee cup for the hand,
as a perfect mouthful of your favorite food.
i have only experienced this connection twice,
but each time i experience this fairytale encounter,
the sock is ripped apart from it's companion with the help of
time,
like a calf taken away from it's mother at birth, to later become
veil on your plate.
it seems as though the people i connect with immediately disappear,
like when you buy a fresh blouse and lose it amongst
the confines of you
