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


