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Love is Still Alive in a Reverie
It’s been a long time
since I have seen him.
There are lockers
on either side of the hall.
I have attached myself
to my reverie.
In it, we are walking
hand in hand.
I breathe in deeply,
then exhale.
The students around me
are mere colors on a palette.
Somewhere in my reverie,
a voice says, ‘He is a poetic
and charming lover’.
I don’t answer the voice
but silently agree.
I recall him.
In my reverie,
his smile is noticeable
from a thousand miles.
His voice is in the constant rhythm
of a ballad heard during a dance near dusk.
I suddenly feel skin brushing mine;
it’s cool and light like a spring breeze.
Then, in the hallway, I see my lover
standing with a group of people.
My reverie leaves me immediately.
When he turns around to face me,
I see what appears to be rage in his eyes
and anger in his eyebrows.
He dismisses me with that gaze
that has managed to elongate
itself to occupy days.
This being has replaced the lover in my reverie.
