that seem so beautiful,
so unreal
that they bring a smile to your face
The language we’ve created,
the space shared between us,
the face that you touch so gently
What if you wake up
and find out that
this was just a dream?
You check to see the messages—
they’re not there
You look for the face—
it doesn’t exist
You search everywhere—
no traces remain
It’s 6am
You open your eyes—
I’m gone
You get ready
for another day
You exist
but do we?