Floating just beyond my reach,
Resting on my imagination
When I was younger, I'd try to catch you
But my wisdom teeth aren't just for show now
I know better, or at least I should,
Now my attention stretches to anything beyond you,
And if you persist, I can simply rub my eyes
...but sometimes...I see you even clearer in doing so
No, I'm not even safe in my own mind
Even there your transparence exists before every thought,
But oddly, you are always the same shape, and color,
And though you plague my life without end,
I would not deny its worthlessness without you,
Yes, I must admit that when i close my eyes
And you're still there...I'm grateful to finally have you to myself
So, I'm waiting for the day when empty disappointment
Won't wake next to me each morning, but instead
Your color...and shape
....And the gentle smell of your sun-kissed skin,
Not my phosphene...but its unsuspecting inspiration (You)
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