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The Real You

Maybe it is not fair,
that I have been 
clinging to an idea of you—

because maybe
the real you—tempered between
my fits of desires and invention—
carries less music,
walks a busier street,
is too mundane—too prosaic
to haunt me the way 
my dreams cruelly
reimagine you. 


8.10.25

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/20/2025 12:15:00 PM

Laura, I love how you compare our thoughts to reality and start asking questions about things assumed. We certainly have to take time and talk to each other very carefully to really understand what others think and feel. It takes a lot of patience and perseverance. What you are saying here reveals what a kind person you are....you're taking a lot of responsibility for what you feel. I'm wondering what inspired you to write this. In any case, hope you are well and have a chance to smile daily!!!