Saturday, April 4, 2009

Between the lines

At first you came right up to me,
a little shy, but bolder as the time went on.
You came so close, you could have touched me
then and there; but suddenly you vanished
into thin air, leaving me to wonder why
you walked away: but now I know,
though you didn't mean to show me,
that what you wanted was to stay.


You stretched out your hand,

and as I went to take it,

you disappeared as quickly

as you first appeared,

leaving me to wonder whether

you were ever there at all.

Or did I dream you? Surreal.

It feels that way.