Monday, 16 May 2011

Pictures of You

As much as I stare
they don't speak as loud as they did
As much as I touch the hands
they seem not to wave back at me

The city lights, the buildings, the beaches
The green lawns, the parks, the living rooms
Only in my mind do I hear the laughters
Only in my heart do I still feel the joy
But subconsciously I know
Only few of them stay

How cruel it is
for not being able to reverse
How despicable the reality is
for not allowing dreams to stay longer

I stare
I coil
I weep

Where are you?


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