Constant Illusions

Across all times something 

internal would force us together.

And so I think back to our short scene, 

a moment in time with no hold on the present, 

completely opposed to the greater past. 

Truly, an act between the two of us 

that I understand is for show; 

I float the words you said out in front of me, 

desperately hoping to find a glimmer,

a glimmer of something meritful. 

Something felt so real, so vivid, 

as you leaned back to test my presence. 

Something in our weightless conversations 

possessed and held me down. 

I simply can’t recall which parts.

Find me tomorrow, or some other day

that should bring about the same fervor.

Let it ignite slowly, grasping with 

wanting limbs and infant hope.

Constant, as any light must gleam. 

We shall find ourselves once more

in this airy space, breathless with joy.

Keeping ahead, I’ll walk off

to eclipse the horizon,

hearing you stay or follow in blind trust.