Feeling Incomplete While Lost In Thought

when i met you, the art on the walls of you were bright and expressive with statements and exclamations after a while, age and change somehow soured the sweetness that held in the savoring i became uncomfortable even in my own discomfort around you as a result so painstakingly unfortunate, i had to make harsh choice to pack my life up in the trunk of my car and choose my own brand of change now it is many moons and suns later and the thought of you popped up like popcorn i guess it was the lady in the discount store whose buttercream skin and particular walk reminded me of other lifetimes and you something told me to scream out your name as our song started playing out of nowhere ironically yet something else held me back, and for the rest of the day i feel incomplete while lost in thought