By Simran Kaur Seera
When I close my heavy eyelids,
You are there, amongst lilies and roses.
Despite our true reality, here, you are my purpose.
In this fantasy land we meet,
Every night like it’s a promise.
When I spoke of forever, I was only being honest.
My heartbeat has an echo,
They might hear if they stand close.
You’re here, in my bones, in the words I’ve never
spoke.
Like letters in a love heart
Etched into a tree,~
You’ve forever intertwined your branches to me.
When I touch your skin,
It still feels ice cold.
Your voice no longer sounds like heaven, ichor and
gold.
I keep you like a secret,
My midnight rendezvous.
I’m afraid of what they’ll think if I dare say the
truth.
They tell me I’ve
grown distant,
But they don’t
understand my grief.
It’s love that I
can’t express so I turn to my dreams.
When I wake and
you’re not there,
It’s like I lose you
all again.
My routine of
morning grief; the thorns from my broken stem.
This safe home feels
like peace
A fickle feeling so
fleeting
But darling, you’re
not really here. I’m just dreaming.
“To love is to let go,”
That’s what they all say.
But promise me, you’ll still meet me in this land of
fae.
Promise me,
Please promise me,
And I will dream another day.