Whispers of a poet's heart

I catch myself randomly

Like some obscure camera

Stepping out of my moment

Examining if this is reality

This most destructive change

It doesn’t seem like it’s real

Perhaps denial is toying with me

Perhaps wishful thinking lives

Despite the cold truth of logic

My heart is now burdened with

When I sleep, I can dream again

Of our yesterdays and laughter’s

Where possibilities are endless

Where my prayers… are answered


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