Find Me, Look Hard…
I dreamt of you last night.
You stood out in the crowd like glaring debris that fell over me.
Your fists clenched, ready to cloud them over.
Radiance spelled you.
Like guilty pleasure.
How’d I know you smiled?
You were faceless.
I must have dreamt of you a thousand times.
Amidst a million cheering people.
Or beside me on a sunset beach.
Or in times of mourning.
Of looking at my own eyes.
Let me open my arms to lift you.
A feather, lost.
I conquer you.
Like any faceless aspiration, I must’ve loved you already.
I searched but you were elusive.
I waited but you never came.
You must be waiting for some other else.
I wish I haven’t dreamt of you.
I wish you were someone else.
I wish you had a face.
I wish you’d let me love you.
We’ll never meet.
Dreams don’t come true.
Some souls don’t find their pair.
And when I succumb…
Find me. Look hard.
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