I believe I would be rich
For I can’t run away from this itch
If I get a dollar for every dream I have of you
My bank would burst green in hue
The world on the other side is mundane
Though your presence renders me insane
In an alternate reality, all things are possible
Yet you loving me fully remains implausible
To wait for your love is to tread and till
The highest mountain and the lowest hill
All that arduous labor spent in vain
But just one call from you feels like rain
At night, my soul converses with my mind
and I awaken to a reality that feels unkind
The gnawing emptiness creates distress
An elephant in the room that no one can address
I remind my heart I desire you no longer
Confused why, in your absence, it grows fonder
The waters of my mind are deep and mysterious
I ask myself again, how did it get this serious?
Is this journey the fruit of our heavenly connection?
Or is it just a mechanism of my youth’s dereliction?
How did I invite you without my permission?
Your visitation haunts me like cancer in remission
In every lifetime, a season shows its reason
To let go of your memory feels like treason
But I know I owe it deeply to my heart
To bestow upon it the gift of a fresh start
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC