In the still of the night, away from the prying eyes, you took my hand in yours as we walked down lonely streets.
I let myself get lost for a moment as I embraced the feeling of how our fingers interlocked — your fingers fitting the spaces between mine so perfectly, so comfortably…
And I knew that it might be a long time again, if ever at all, that I would be able to relish such an infinite different emotions from just a single simple gesture — to be oblivious to Negativity who seems to habitually creep up on me in the midst of my sporadic states of delirium.
In that still of the night, away from the prying eyes; –
It was, just you, and I; finally allowing the echoing silence to induce our deprived complacency.
– In that brief juncture, I felt like you were mine.
But really, what IS real?
Especially after you’ve said that with me,
it never is.
I love you.
But if you are simply a mere figment of my imagination, perhaps then, I really need to let you go.
