You are distant now
and I've let go of hope - of the hope of ever touching you
- of even the hope of just seeing you and knowing,
(knowing that it is you)
You're a dream
life with you is something I create in my loneliness
a child I've given birth to in the guilty secrets of my mind
a sacred rite I submit to within the sullied remains of my heart
It is so strong
Love. Or need. Or what this longing is called outside of my dreams.
It persists across the distance.
It persists across the impossibility of being with you.
*for those who have no chance of understanding the words of the previous post*
*mostly for those who drop by blogspot*