Fast-Motion
What am I to do when everything is in fast-motion?
(she isn’t real)
Blurring as I stand
(i can’t make her real)
Just out of reach
(but she’s right there)
I grasp at someone, anyone
(her hands soft and alive)
But before I touch they’re gone
(her skin vibrant in the sun)
They’re moving too fast
(she seems so real)
They’re leaving me behind
(why can’t I make her real?)
Crying, I collapse
(how can she be sad?)
I know they see me
(she isn't real)
I know he sees me
(why can't I make her real?)
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2017
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