imaginary

it’s hard not to think of all of this as anything but imaginary

the way you pulled me in so damn close… but never wanted to stay near

the way you inhaled me and took your time sizing me up like i was a feast prepared just for you

the way you tried to convince me as much as yourself there was more of you to offer, somewhere, and you’d find it if that meant i would stay

it’s hard to be anything but sad and confused

the way i’ve waited for you to find me

the way i’ve longed for my body to be etched into your thoughts

the way i’ve been patient and forgiving of all those before you – to make space for you

it’s predictable the way it all disintegrated, like it was only partially real anyways –

the way a lucid dream is both dreamlike and real-life colliding in the night

the way ghosts only haunt those homes they once occupied

the way a seedling can sprout but never fully bloom

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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