You invade my dreams,
twisting my reality until the warm kiss of the sun wakes me..
Or until the echoes of
my alarm clock herald the start of my rat race.
You were just a distant
memory, a part of my younger days.
You left us and burned
bridges.
You never wanted
anything to do with us anymore.
Our daily lives are a
far cry from each other.
It was your choice to
stay away.
And yet here you are in
my dreams, happy & full of mystery.
Oh how we enjoyed
ourselves! Every dream felt like an adventure.
Yet when reality sets
in, I never heard so much as a peep from you.
How many years has it
been?
When I continue my
everyday toil, I remember the oceans that separated us.
At times I even feel
abandoned.
And yet… and yet I feel
no romantic love for you.
Am I fond of you? Yes.
But in love? I don’t think so.
No matter how much I
examine my heart, I only feel this fondness for you.
Bittersweet fondness
born from our younger memories.
Yet why?! Why do you
invade my subconscious so?
Why do I feel lost after my eyes flutter open from dreams of you?
