Thought Alone
Can moments exist;
Upon a thought alone?
For that glimpse of fiction.
Is it just me my own?
I stepped into a panorama.
It cascaded my senses.
Time echoes slowly by.
My day enclosed in fences.
Cut off and drawn in lines.
I am bound by laws.
Rules I make to fury.
I whimper at my own flaws.
They scream and shout.
Glaring, an obvious mess.
I am my own reflection.
To my own naiveness.
But moments;
They linger like a taste.
With a flash, they run.
And I give my chase.
So I ask.
Once again.
In my curious crisis.
My question a bane.
Can moments exist;
Upon a thought alone?
Or does reality,
Have to be sown?
The clocks stop.
My eyes dim to close.
Memories shimmer.
My voice awaiting prose.
You stand.
Opposite me.
Beyond the mirror.
My memory be.
For you are,
Now a memory.
More certain than ever.
I am cold and empty.
Like smoke to a net.
You drift away.
My chance lost.
None existent this day.
I do not claim love.
Nor confessions of.
But heartbreak asunder.
For my mourning love.
We live linear.
Moving to an end,
State of present.
Our past we defend.
In our minds.
We fight to retain.
Our silver memories.
Our moments in pain.
And you are gone.
From me.
And I regret my time.
For I lost only to me.
Fear.
I fear risk.
In the unknown.
It attacks brisk.
You are perfect.
Molded to beauty.
In my own eyes.
I stutter at my duty.
To remember such.
An honor.
To have known such.
An honor.
My dear,
Let me not forget.
Let me remember.
In the rain wet.
For I replay.
My life with you.
Those fleeting moments.
And I veer into a view.
Fiction takes hold.
What if.
What if I loved you.
I plummet from that cliff.
What if you, me.
What if dreams,
Became reality.
Written in their own reams.
What if?
I ask as if for an answer.
What if?
What now?
What do I do?
My thoughts of you.
My dreams.
Fiction.
I regret.
I anger.
I despair.
I mourn.
I live.
I move on.
You were a glimpse.
At perfection gone.
A love lost.
Never had.
A dream.
A memory.
And so.
I ask:
Can moments exist;
Upon a thought alone?
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