It’s so painful when you realize that you’ve lived inside a virtual world of your own making.
The pictures in our minds when someone meets you . . .
Flights of fancy, idealized tender moments,
Led you from those very moments
You go inside a virtual world. Created not by codes and pixels, but by wishes, what we dreamed of long ago.
We kiss–you’re there, She smiles and you leave dreaming
We dance–our scents fill you. Your heart screaming, you recall a song–inside your head
Imaginary music to replace a fulsome, sensuous silence
More precious wordless than any lovesong. Ever
It’s when you lost her. When you left. What you missed when you did not see.
I can’t replace this lost past. I’ll find new tender presents.
Don’t be deterred by pain from lost refrains, felt not spoken, tasted, not sung.
The real world of love is more beatiful in what you see and feel right there.
It’s what you’ve always sought. It’s where she’ll always be.
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