Sometimes, I dream that I'm awake, fighting a battle that seems so real.
Sometimes, I close my eyes in full knowledge of my consciousness wishing it were surreal.
Sometimes, I hold it close and hear the whispers on the street.
Sometimes, I cast my distance but I barely move my feet.
Sometimes, I wish I knew it earlier and had not lost it so soon.
Sometimes, I wonder if it would be different if I had waited past noon.
Sometimes, the gaze that passes me by, the deliberation never goes unnoticed.
Sometimes, the haze that blurs the lines, it sets me off my focus.
Sometimes, I knowingly count the days that have passed, and the days that are to endure.
Sometimes, I foolishly imagine it'd piece back together but it always leaves me insecure.
Sometimes, I wish the clouds would go away so I could peek at your intentions and see the light shine.
But always, and all the time, I cuddle in pain and solemnly wish it were mine.
