Every Tear

"don't look away"

Where are we in this phantom of fantasies? For in my dreams I feel your hands, but when I awake, they are there no longer. And I am terribly buried under the heat of hope, that maybe one day those hands will really be there, and I will be woke. But for now, your shadow is all that I will sleep with. Though sometimes I oddly wonder if what we are is a burning candle that will always be lit, or will the wax burn so low that your shadow begins to fade...though perhaps, I'll forever be left unsatisfied with the loss of your hands in my waking days...