You sit alone
in a bleak darkness
and wonder
what the absent party
in the lost and cold conversation
is thinking about you,
forgetting that all
you’re doing is
wasting your precious time,
letting your longing mind and heart
bleed enormous energy
while knowing deep within
the fiber of your being
you’d never reclaim or replenish
the time or power you'd lost
trying to convince your alter-ego
that the person you're after
is just a ghost in a shell
you're chasing
yet you'd never catch or
a glimpse or a vanishing
shadow that never existed
beyond the realm
of your dreams or imagination.
Jobiranyc 7-25-20211
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
You sit alone
in a bleak darkness
and wonder
what the absent party
in the lost and cold conversation
is thinking about you,
forgetting that all
you’re doing is
wasting your precious time,
letting your longing mind and heart
bleed enormous energy
while knowing deep within
the fiber of your being
you’d never reclaim or replenish
the time or power you'd lost
trying to convince your alter-ego
that the person you're after
is just a ghost in a shell
you're chasing
yet you'd never catch or
a glimpse or a vanishing
shadow that never existed
beyond the realm
of your dreams or imagination.
Jobiranyc 7-25-20211
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