Why is it

during those vast and endless rays

of hope

your absence is prevalent

as if you had never existed

and when the tides shift

and my emotions turn morose

and bitter

I can almost feel your presence

lingering

juxtaposition

my cold and trembling body

as your hand caresses my

bloodstained shirt

and you whisper into my empty

and aching ear that indeed

you are ”here now”

yet at that moment I feel warmth

as if we would somehow

be welded together

in this position forever

until those cycling rays will have come to a hault

and from the darkness you will have disappeared

evaporated

crimson tears will have not been shed

you were just a dream

my most beautiful

and almost tangible

nightmare

one that I will hold onto

for safe keeping

with me

forever