I see you fleetingly,
In attempts at drawing ideas out,
in scrawled lines and curves,
and caught you once,
when i felt you close and departing.
that phase inbetween yesterday and tomorrow
of what i was and who i am and will be,
attempts of perfection –
in lines and curves,
when that part of me sensed
your still remaining presence
never to be recaptured
in the movements of my fingers
but you’re still in the ” was”
forever drawn by fingertips.