Windows reflect like looking glasses,
with your view, replacing mine,
just behind closed blinds.
The hovering sunshine
is wilting as clouds
are hinting rain’s embrace,
over this empty school yard.
Laughter echoes,
tricking my ears,
while the wailing wind,
sends vibrant leaves sailing over damp grass.
Staying present,
but I’m not really here.
The veil of distortion
is dangling before my eyes
and I’m unaware of what’s to be.
I turn around and the sun is warm on my back,
like a helping hand,
or an embrace from a friend.
I could feel your presence,
salient and somber.
Don’t fade from sight.
Stay present with me.
Hold me closely,
frighten the dissociation,
threatening to take me.
I blink, and you’re turning opaque,
an evanescence under a lukewarm sky.
You’re just beyond where I could reach you.
Luckily, I have an imagination.I could pretend.
I could hoodwink myself into believing,
you’re inches behind that
looking glass window,
just behind closed blinds.
You’re connected to something
and I’m watching and waiting.
You’ll be back,
and I’ll see you shining brighter than the sun.
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