Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Time

 If I say river

you say stream, 

I see a mountain 

you view the dream. 


No two moments

can be explained, 

our worlds are as

different as different

can be. 


Could have been love

or could have been lust, 

the emotions that surfaced

couldn't adjust. 


I said hello

and you said goodbye,

as the ache in my heart

lasted all of this time.



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