Last night in Cairo

A recessive impulsive obsession with her drives me,

wakes me up each morning
and the want is always there,
it's her that i constantly seek.
she is throughout my dreams

the world is constantly changing
simplicity no longer simple
remaining afloat is difficult to maintain,

thoughts are jumbled as one's head struggles to remain

holding on to memories insistent to evaporate
alluding to things gone or almost gone

void asks for her,
seeks her always
seeks comfort in her tent
reconstructs her smell , her feel
and the way i felt.

the want is great, the mind is weak,
yet it is not her i want to meet
it is the memory of her,

known, lost, but not forgotten

An obsession is never truly forgotten

it is me that is lost.
It is me i want back