Mirage

You know it’s there,
A blurry imitation of
The nearness of you.

You know it’s there
Because in reality
You’d wish it were true.

Your image will near and
I’ll be surprised, even though
I saw you from miles afar.

But I’ll tell myself,
"Don’t smile, because
It’s not reality after all."

Unless it is.

Phobia

Fear overwhelmed me
With an unwanted
Serge of cold goose bumps.
Not one, but all fears.
All at once. And so
I stood motionless
Drowning in the fear
Of drowning itself.

Faded Ink

We were sure
We were forever.
But remember Love,
Even ink fades
If you rub at it.