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May 2018
There you are standing by the window
Hands inside your pockets
You are staring outside
Contemplating...

I called your name
But you seem so preoccupied
You keep staring outside
As if mesmerize by the falling autumn leaves

I called you again
This time more louder
Hoping you will hear
Hoping it will penetrate thru your thoughts
Again...you never hear my voice

I stare at your back
Yes it is you standing there
Within my reach
But why can't you hear me?

Soft winds blow ruffling the curtains
A bit of a cold air touched my arms
Hugging myself I look at the mirror across me
I look someone who just woke up from sleep
Hair tussled
Eyes still half close.

I turn back towards the window
Now it's empty
You are gone
In a moment you escape me.

Were you just an illusion?
A figment of my immagination?
A wishful thinking...
My heart's longing.

I realize it's hallucination
That keeps on popping every now and then
Not even a dream where I can stay asleep and prolong the moment
No, it is hallucination
Sadly, so fleeting...
Leaving emptiness within as I sigh
Uttering your name in a whisper.
Written by
Struggling Pen
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