black waves swayed with worn out moist eyelids.
the muscles in my chest tightened as it tried to grasp hold of the moment.

a familiar sight, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd.
the racing paced back and forth only to fail on recalling an actual "last time"
A swallow pulled the sight back to reality.
By then, the appreciation of the building architecture became more apparent.

Both hands fought against each other.
One attempting to reach out as the other drew it back in.
the confusion was suppose to have settled things,
but the past couldnt help but catch up.

Again.