It always feels like night-time when
I'm talking to you.
Perhaps you are my dream
A fantasy to live out
Only after hours.
It drags on to day and somehow you're not gone.
But who am I to judge the
Realism of
Illusions?
Lessons we learn,
Stories were told,
And I have gained nothing.
I close my eyes and
Step backward. Unable to
Face the cowardice I am showing
Today.
In my mind, I run.
Faster than the wind.
(I haven't left my seat in
Hours and hours. I
Await your response)
It would be
So easy
So kind
So terribly weak of me to
Take my words back.
I know I have time, yes. I have
All the time the world will give
Until you return.
But all rivers run out sometime,
The ball drops. With
No guarantee to get
Back. No quick save option in real life.
I stand before you, naked
Under your gaze that holds
No warmth
Because I cannot see you through my
Screen.
Now the clock was ticking steadily
As I was nervous
And you were reading, I could tell.
No response.
The night turns into day. This is
Where I start shrinking and
Hiding. Am I the imaginary,
the wisp of smoke in
Dreams, am I the illusion?
The haze clears,
The sun is rising,
And I?
I sit in my room wondering if
Any of it was real.