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Real.
What is real to me anymore?
those moments where time stood still.
where everyone moved on.
i dreamed you would come back.
my memory relapsed.
i do not remember if i remember you still.
i know the feelings were real.
yet i can not see you.
why do i escape the new sensations.
the new blessings of less dreams.
but more reality.
a place i had forgotten.
when i sleep.
my dreams are of things i may have missed.
when i was too busy day dreaming of the things i miss.
#WritcoPoemPrompt100
© JoshuaLeyva
What is real to me anymore?
those moments where time stood still.
where everyone moved on.
i dreamed you would come back.
my memory relapsed.
i do not remember if i remember you still.
i know the feelings were real.
yet i can not see you.
why do i escape the new sensations.
the new blessings of less dreams.
but more reality.
a place i had forgotten.
when i sleep.
my dreams are of things i may have missed.
when i was too busy day dreaming of the things i miss.
#WritcoPoemPrompt100
© JoshuaLeyva
