A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

April 10, 2015

The Walk.

I know when you walk away.

I see you walk out, shoulders straight, head held high
Your pride walking two steps behind

We have not talked in a while.
It will all work out though
In the end, the little rings of smoke
That emanates from the end of that lit cigarette,
And two fingers twining around each other
In a desperate attempt to hold on to the moment

But then comes the moment
When skin is redundant

There is a long lane here
When I hear your footsteps
I look up
And see the face that is more familiar,
And dearer to me
Than myself

And I know that
You haven't returned to me.

No, you have simply come home.

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