Who knows the past? I do.
Your hair like the void itself,
and eyes brightened with the sun,
wake up and look again,
finding something amiss.
I find your shadowy friend gone,
and no footprints,
beneath every step you take.
Dreams aren't real but they simply don't go.
The warmth we felt was a moment.
The hand we held, wasn't right,
But the thing we felt , felt right.
I knew this. I knew it is wrong.
But, can't I simply have this?