Ephemeral

I go, I take your hand,
we run away.
to a world
only we know.
Only we…

Realities in there live
and flutter
like dandelions to the wind.
And we breathe happiness
in and out,
like fleeting poppy smoke.

Yes, everything in there
is transitory,
like a perfume
that permeates a room.

I let it seep through my lungs,
through my eager soul
and then it’s gone.
The next moment it’s gone.

You’re gone.

 

By: Shiela

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