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new love story - moving on ?


I think she's getting nearer.
Just the other night
I saw her so much clearer
Almost in full sight.
I saw her reach towards me
Stretching out one hand
As if wanting to be free
From that other land.
It seemed that I was seeing her
As if through frosted glass.
I reached out for her there
But my hand just wouldn't pass
Through that temporal aberration,
Just not quite complete the touch,
Breach that dimensional separation
We both seem to loathe so much.
Maybe she's a shade.
Just a beautiful ghost.
Has my own mind made
The girl I need the most?
I don't care if she is illusion
Created from my empty being.
I'll stay with my delusion,
Know I'll go on seeing
Until certainly one day
The barrier will fall
And we can truly say
That we have it all.
I see her every evening
Just at the edge of sight
Neither one of us for leaving
Until both have said goodnight










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