It always feels like night-time when

I'm talking to you.

Perhaps you are my dream

A fantasy to live out

Only after hours.

It drags on to day and somehow you're not gone.

But who am I to judge the

Realism of

Illusions?

Lessons we learn,

Stories were told,

And I have gained nothing.

I close my eyes and

Step backward. Unable to

Face the cowardice I am showing

Today.

In my mind, I run.

Faster than the wind.

(I haven't left my seat in

Hours and hours. I

Await your response)

It would be

So easy

So kind

So terribly weak of me to

Take my words back.

I know I have time, yes. I have

All the time the world will give

Until you return.

But all rivers run out sometime,

The ball drops. With

No guarantee to get

Back. No quick save option in real life.

I stand before you, naked

Under your gaze that holds

No warmth

Because I cannot see you through my

Screen.

Now the clock was ticking steadily

As I was nervous

And you were reading, I could tell.

No response.

The night turns into day. This is

Where I start shrinking and

Hiding. Am I the imaginary,

the wisp of smoke in

Dreams, am I the illusion?

The haze clears,

The sun is rising,

And I?

I sit in my room wondering if

Any of it was real.