Even now
if I closed my eyes,
your face would already be
slipping away
like sand
through my fingers.
I am powerless as anybody else is
against time
and age.
And some days,
It feels like
you never even existed.
I truly don't know
where you are.
Or if you're even
alive.
Three days it has been
since I saw you in my dream.
I understand what it means
to live in a fantasy.
But this one seemed so real.
So I'd like to believe that even if we don't exist in this world,
then maybe
we do
on another
plane.
I refuse to believe it's all in my
mind.
You were giving me advice:
about everything I suppose...
And I wish I could go back,
because I need you.
This little girl needs
her kindred spirit.
You held my hand,
and encouraged me,
and even loved me,
and never wanted anything
in return.
I whisper to myself that
I know I could find you.
But I'm afraid.
Some things are better
buried 6 feet under and
dead.
So I settle to see your face
in my dreams.
The universe can give me that
at the very least.
