You -I know Your face
and Your place.
Yet, You stand
here, by my side.
And She is over
there in the distance.
This haziness
This confusion
This: Fear.
Plastic in its incarnation.
Hollow as the wind - yet,
powerful enough
to blow me away.
to sweep away memory.
to destroy my foundation.
Stop.
Not one
step closer to my
lips.
Feeling -
of your embrace
of your touch -
is wrong.
No!
You cannot be here!
This is not Your place!
It belongs to.....
....someone else.
Frightened tears.
I wake.
A promise I made -
but, to who?
Who is She?
It cannot be You
And with the smile upon my wall,
my eyes open.
