love
lonely

Do I stay in a space of delusion, made up fantasies, what ifs?
Or face the real of my life, excepting the emptiness.

Remembering the good and beautiful.
Looking into the sadness

Hearing your voice and finding safety and comfort.
Searching for echos that were never there.

Swooning over peppermint on the wind
Pining foolishly over candy canes

Smiling at distant past
Afraid of a very present future  

I am safe in my bubble even if it is not real.
It pops, the pain of missing you covers me again and again like waves.

So I stay in my bubble. Alone with my dreams