Another Time, Another Place (with audio)

Another Time, Another Place

You are a dream to me.

Something in-between

the seams of sleep and reveries.

You are a fantasy to me.

Something I cannot keep, but need.

Something I cannot have, but want in greed.

In another place, in another time,

I am yours and you are mine.

My heart finds you every time in that place,

as my soul craves for you in every face I come across.

The loss I feel

overwhelms me still.

And I have to remind myself:

You aren’t mine.

You never were.

The blurred lines of this reality

fight with my ability

–to release you from my fantasy–

of how it will be

or rather,

what I wanted you to be.

I have to remind myself:

You didn’t wait for me.

You didn’t come looking for me.

You didn’t fight for me.

You didn’t want me in the same way

or else you’d be here with me.

Right now.

Kissing me.

Whispering to me

that you loved me

and only me.

That you couldn’t stand another day

without me by your side.

That you couldn’t breathe or hide

your love away from me.

Because you’d be here by now.

Not cowering behind the proximity

of where you think you’re supposed to be.

Not running away from something

we both know would be:

Blissful.

Like an awakening of wistful things.

You know, lovely wishful things

and teams of lustful things

–all crashing into one another–

as if the electric they ignited would be:

Powerful.

United.

Completed.

And yet,

we’re never to be connected.

In another time, in another place,

you kiss me in the snow

and every morning show me

just how beautiful you think I am.

Our lives are so intertwined

that the moments we are apart

create a longing that starts

to tug and pull–

so much so that we know

if we go too long

the song we’ve created cannot be sung

unless we are clinging to one another.

In another time, in another place

I see your face

right next to mine.

Finding my eyes,

looking into my soul

melting into a mold of one, instead of two.

Filling in all our broken holes,

together with something better

and greater and more wonderful than we ever realized.

Colliding and crushing our bodies into each other

you marry me under those twinkling lights–

as we slow dance into night after night.

Finally, we find

we are present.

In another place, in another time.

I am yours and you are mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

18 Comments

  1. In another time, in another place…it’s all perfect! Hope being present is even an option πŸ™‚
    I loved it, it strikes a chord and it’s really beautifully written and said as well ❀ You're very talented, good work πŸ‘πŸ‘

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      1. Since it’s the case, I’ll try to comment as much as I can πŸ™‚ I just say what I feel instantly and without filters, glad you’re smiling ❀
        I find it so hypocrite to enjoy so much or love something so much, and not say a single word (maybe some people can't express, just to be fair) 😊😊

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