I woke up from a dream one time,
A dream where you were beside me.
I opened my eyes,
only to fall onto the pavement of the real world,
on which I skinned my knee,
bleeding reality.
You weren't there,
And you wouldn't be;
Not to catch me,
Not to give me a hand,
Not to offer glances of pity,
Not even
to watch me fall.
I was to you
just another passer-by.
A comma in your story.
A sort of brief insignificant
Thing.
Background noise.
Some kind of
forgotten blur.
One that was
Soon to be eternally unseen.
It's funny, though.
Because when I go,
It'll be just
a trivial affair
gone unnoticed by you.
But when I woke up that day
From my dream,
In the moment that I realized
You were no longer beside me,
My heart experienced some sort of
unexplainable twinge
Of an unordinary type of longing.
Something like
I missed you.
Funny because you were never here.
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»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
