Neo

Am I dreaming, am I waking?
It's all a blur.

All I know is that I love you.
We just met. On a bus.
Your eyes bright summer blue, your hair jet black.
It sounds like a cliché.

All I know is that I miss you.
In the here and now.
You are not with me.

My feelings so strong.
I had forgotten I could feel.
When can I see you again?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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