“I’ve only met you twice,”
he says sharply.
Only.
I feel badly for you.
You see,
I’ve only met you
in my daydreams
my fantasies
in my dreams you come to me.
I see you in my
projections
face you in the
ideas of the future
join you in images I create.
I talk to you in poems,
I feel you in the words.
I look for you in pictures.
“I’ve only met you twice,”
he says,
as if that’s reason
for why I should not care
that he has not met me
as deeply as I have met him.
Brilliantly penned! The truth expressed in this poem was both refreshing and chilling. I loved it!
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