Lost Track

27th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling


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Spinning clock hands,
Not time state whatsoever.
I lost track when we met.

I lost sleep – over the way I thought.
More sleepless nights – dreaming of you.
But that’s all you are: a dream.


I would love to escape,
In a holiday or just somewhere distant from you.
I need to destroy this dream I have plastered, chiselled in my mind.

You shouldn’t be anymore a dream –
Either reality or absent.