No One Can Stop What You Started

this is when I was looking for you
the memories are hazy
some tiny amount of love
cut through the haze
but I wasn't sure
I should dare
my hands shake
above the keys
like stuttering
from some
unnamed, welcome
but well known
disease
upended in
trance
It seems I
am with
you,
this mental image
imaginary snapshot
taken back in time
how before "we never met" until
that point,
does it matter?
do I care?
in the bigger neon gleaming
suspended-by daydreams
moments
I don't seem to catch myself
naked, disillusioned
anymore...