The Piscean

Im’ writing a poem
about you
for you
but I couldn’t finish it

so much thoughts
so much words
so much emotions
and I could not encapsulate it

you are so much to own
yet I don’t want to lose

you’re far but near
you’re this and that
and yes,
the right kind of wrong

histrionic
eccentric
but easy to love
such are the words

now I’m afraid,
afraid of falling
when I know
that you’re something I could not hold on to
no, not even forever.