My first time posting here. Actually, my first time ever sharing

A Mystery

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I see your face everywhere I look.

You took my world by storm,

a Blitzkrieg of my mind,

and like lightning, you vanished all too fast.

Post-haste, you became my centerpiece,

a day to day unachievable notion.

You taunt me with omnipresence;

yet at all times you are a million miles away.

You haunt my spirit with fascinating relevance,

a blistering, persistent scar of the past,

yet your face is as new as each day is young.

Try as I may to push you away,

my being won’t allow you to leave me.

It’s as if our presences must always coexist,

yet a bonding is a promise of failure.

My heart demands my effort with logic-free argument,

I am the actor of its will and unwittingly obey my orders.

I mean no harm, but am still far below your character.

To be good enough is to become a god

or the manifestation of malevolence itself.

Who you are or truly aim to be will remain a mystery unto me,

it’s not to be said that you yourself yet know.