Brief sighting of brilliance....

A fleeting instance…
What’s that? You are gone…
I hear the drumming of your fingers in my mind as if it were my own heartbeat
Too soon fading away…
I can’t catch you.
And if I did, I couldn’t hold you.
I hear the keys pounding in my head as if you were right next to me
But all I see are words appear on the screen.
Briefly, as if only to tease…
Gone again, in an instant…
Come back fantasy, for I do not want you to be fleeting.