Poem — His presence is overwhelming, yet I enjoy it.
Even if we just spoke once, I retain those few minute moments I live for and force myself away from reality.
A reality, where I escape from his eyes and have fictitious talks while dancing in the skies with a man, I don’t see myself standing next to.
A reality where I am left alone on a park bench, playing our favorite tunes on his dusty old guitar.
His absence is painful, but acceptance is the key.
I cherish such moments even though I know he’ll never be mine.