The dreams, they come and they go
Realized and not.
Fantasy and fulfillment,
Mine and his.
Which are which?
Mine overlap each other.
The night time not their only province.
They wake me and hold me
Sometimes up, sometimes down.
His hands can hold both ways.
Too much importance in
Misdirected feelings.
The sounds replete with endings,
The beginnings done in silence.
Masks of unreality, his and mine but
No one knows but me.
All the tales have been told,
The smashing is all done.
Vibrations are all that are left
But like a tuning fork
Will they cause the other to answer?
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Sometimes there are no answers, are there?
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no, no there aren’t… love to you, Michelle
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We used to have such a non-verbal communication, it was so cool. I could feel him, he could feel me. I still can feel him, but now I am learning to ignore it. It wastes my time. Whether he feels me anymore is one of those unanswerable questions. If he does, he denies it. It’s just as well. Even if we both feel it, it never will end well. I have to let that incredible connection go. Lovely, haunting poem, M. xoxo
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I know how you feel…. i just can’t seem to let it go, really is foolish to think it can be any other way but … thanks. Hugs and love to you… M.
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