Debut
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
You are not real, we only used to think so.
Last year we roamed the forbidden lands together, and on the river, my reflection rippled but yours stood still.
Today, your weight presses on my pillow, your breath on my cheeks, but I can’t see you.
You were a stray man, and I sheltered you inside my head.
I wanted to shield you, I did, I just did not know what from.
And now as you wander unseen, incarnadining my thoughts, you count the seconds until I die, so that you can live.
And now as I look in the mirror, I still throw rocks at it, and my reflection ripples, and yours still doesn’t.
