Forever seems to be away from here.
Wait, forever is a time construct, then it's not a place.
4 dimensions? I mean, yeah.
But either way, forever happened long ago.
Forever was the time you wanted to wait for love.
Maybe someone you think bout loves you.
Maybe someone actually called Love.
Or maybe someone who is in your mind and you have never met (not called Love)
Who knows?
Someone you have described so many times.
But, somehow there is still no face.
You know the shoes they like to wear.
The perfume they like to use.
How they feel in a room.
How they feel around you.
If they like running around doing things for you.
Or if they are too busy helping you out with a project.
You know all of that.
Or at least I'm making you think of it.
Now. Let me ponder this question.
What if... someone has described you like that?
How you smell.
How you feel.
How you make them feel.
You have been described so many times and still here you are crying for someone who never will.
Go ahead. Look up and wonder if they are looking at the same sky as you.
4 dimensions, remember? Just gotta walk through time slowly but growing.
YOU ARE READING
The moon, space and her.
PoesiaA chronological collection of poems about an awkward and deep relationship with the people I love and Miss Destiny.
