Daytime Ghosts
We are not real. Hands pressed in one. So close to me. The warmth. So free. Reflective patches of sunshine. Braids flow in the wind. You, me, and the sky here together. I'm not real You're not real. Shades of eternal possibility. Worlds across the tides of time. Gold coasts shine. Rain slips in the moment. It's not real. I'm not real. Flickers of sunshine mix in the tapestry. Careful eyes appear through the haze. Mist settles on the tips of tongues. Names always written. You. and Me. It's not real. You're not real. Embracing smoke in the moment as you drift into the ether. Parts of me follow with you. Trying to find the moment when you loved me. Traces of time die by my side. It's not real.