Us and Them

In my eyes
you lived
like a flower, flowering
only in my
daily daydreams.

——

I let them play
hide and seek
on my closed eyelids
seeking to believe
that their every touch
is a warm kiss from you.

—–

I covet,
I protect,
their mediocrity,
their patchiness,
like a jealous mother.

—–

They
do not affect me
anymore
as winter had
seeped into my soul
snowflake by snowflake
while I was immersed
in your silence.

——

I’m sitting
in the eye of a storm
watching the calm
waiting for reality to
unleash her sordid story.