Wednesday, February 27, 2019

this dream

"this dream"
I still remember you
the way you were,
all those years ago,
     so barely you,
          and yet still,
just the slightest glimpse
of what you would be.

Time seems to have slid by
without us realizing
the space
each missed moment
should have created.

A swirl of memories
neither one of us were there for,
somewhere we were.

A string of goodbyes
we thought were the end
but were only pieces to this dream.
Its all
     it ever is
          in the end.
Just us dreaming with moments missing
wondering where all the time has went.

Never really knowing
the difference,
just knowing the feeling
of remembering you
is what feels real
inside this dream.
-Armando Torres