I began to question
will you be my finish line?
Someone whose hands
I won't let go.
Whose eyes I will always gaze.
You became my fantasy.
My favorite dream.
And... a memory.
It is as if there is no way
I will ever reach you.
I can talk to you.
I can hear and see you,
but never feel you.
You are always far.
Are you going to keep this distance?
Because I am drifting away.
And I am afraid.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
