Lost and Never Found

I found you beautiful when I first met you.

But I don't remember what I saw that day.

Please remind me?

The fact that I can't remember it now,

is making me anxious.

I liked the beauty.

It calmed me down.

Fewer thoughts were going in and out.

Less traffic, less crowd,

Inside my head, for a while.

I won't lie. I wanted to get used to it.

I belonged to you for a while.

In this space, where I am constantly

surrounded by people who come and go

unceremoniously in each other's life,

I thought you are the one who likes to stay.

I thought you liked slow walks and long pauses.

But then slowly and eventually,

the magic started fading away.

There was a charm around you on the first day.

That made me feel better about life.

About people.

But then it vanished.

I kept looking for that person in you.

And failed miserably. Repeatedly. 

The kiddo who was smiling to you that day,

wanted you to smile back at her.

But you didn't for you were too busy for "petty" things.

I kept watching you looking away from the kid.

Trying to know what made you this.

Are you damaged or is it just that

the brick inside you is different from mine?

Something that I can't quite understand. 

For a while, your existence gave me a home.

You know how it is when you meet somebody

who looks like you on another planet?

It was exactly like that.

But then something changed.

And I lost the lady,

I thought I fell in love with.