The Unreal Reality

You & Me. Fiction & Reality.

I gaze at her eyes, dark yet enchanting and mesmerizing.
At times, she chuckles, weeps, or blushes, as she looks at me.
I fell in love along the way, but then I started realizing,
That we are forever separated by fiction and reality.

I love to listen to her interesting commentaries,
While she writes down the things she likes about me.
I, too, write about her in my journals and diaries.
But that's all I could do, since I'm fiction and she's reality.

She'd wrap me in her arms as tears glide across her face.
When her heart is heavy, I could only wish to have her lean onto me.
For I could never touch her, much less have her in my embrace.
We can never hold hands, my hand of fiction and hers of reality.

Do not ever forget me, keep me in that lovely mind of yours.
My love is not fiction, it's the only real thing I can ever have in me.
I never thought you held the keys to my heart's doors.
Making me, a mere fiction, fall in love to what's called "reality."

I may be non-existent to you, but you are my whole existence.
You may not love me like I do to you, but you are my love's epitome.
You may never know that I loved you, but you made me happy with your presence.
I am the fiction who lives in a book, in love with my reader, who is reality.

The story of you and me,
separated by fiction and reality. 

- Zelmer Afoz