Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Wednesday

 Running and running 

but my feet are standing still, 

trying to get away but I am

always at the bottom of a hill. 


The feelings are overwhelming, 

and there is little I can do, 

as I close my eyes and it's 

always me and you. 


I find myself envisioning 

the way life should be, 

simple and uncomplicated

more like a dream. 



~


Every thought of you 

and there falls a tear, 

a sadness that simply

won't go away. 


Through tears I still see

the first moment we shared, 

as if I were standing in the rain

and you were standing here.





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