Dearest one,
conjure a dream for me
before you leave.
Make it vivid
like bright mornings
so that I could indulge it
with my senses.
Make it look like
you wanted to stay
like those cold nights
and dont forget to colour it
with your laughter
and paint it with your smiles,
those are your best connotations.Make yourself appear
from time to time,
not everytime dear one,
to make me wonder
if you‘ll ever come back.
Make it confusing
so I may hope
but dont make it feel like
I‘m hallucinating
my anticipation hurts enough.And finally
make yourself
whisper my name
in that dream
and greet me
‘Good morning‘
to make everything
bearable
so that I can
wait for you
in your next conjured dream.
YOU ARE READING
Among the Broken Ones
PoesíaA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.