Mind Puke

I sit here.
Mind in havoc.
I think.

I think of all the things
In my life
That make me happy.

Things that make me sad.
Mad.
Even loving.

But even through all these things.
Only one idea repeats.
You.

Your eyes.
The way you speak.
The way I feel when you walk into a room.

The way you walk is even distinct.
I can find you in any crowd.
Describe you perfectly to anyone.

I keep thinking of these things.
But even good things
Change.