Adios, I whispered in that shared call's embrace,
Tears in my voice, I tried to find my place.
On the other side, your indifference lingered,
I smiled through the pain, my feelings withered.
But upon waking, reality's voice did chime,
What I'd seen was illusion, not of your time.
You were never truly mine, it seems,
In the world of dreams, we chased fleeting dreams.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
