I clasp my hands together
To recreate the touch.
But I don’t feel the tingle in my nerves
With you that I used to as much.
I try to stroke my thumb
I close my eyes and think
Of your sweet breath on my hands
Of your lips on my skin as they sink
But the air creates no magic
The pretence does no justice
-to the joy in your smile
To the softness in your kiss
To the mischief in your eyes
To the love in your words.
No, the air only pierces
Through my mirage like brutal swords.
It awakens me to your absence
It reminds me of the void
It hits my face and runs
Like a lover annoyed
I know there’s no use chasing
I know the times have gone
I know I’m now awake
The dream’s left me alone
Yes, I think I was asleep
All through the days of joy
How else does one explain
Their sudden turn coy?
I think I lived a story-
A fairy tale for girls
The song, the dance, the laughter
Left me dizzy in a swirl
So dizzy that I now forget
The line between truth and lie
I mix up reality and illusion
It confuses me. I cry.
I cry because I know
It couldn’t have been a blur
But the loneliness tells me otherwise
The empty answers are a slur.
Why can’t I connect the past with today?
Why is my elation today so dismayed?
I ask you for the answers
I beg you to see
I know it all happened once
Won’t you try to assure me?
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2 comments:
I've read somewhere that we like to live in the past because the human mind is predisposed to recreating the same, experienced realities.
Some curiosity for newness, hm?!
"nothing hurts more deeply and pathetically that one half of great love never meant to be..."
i don't know why I'm quoting this. maybe you do?
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