Clouded

Clouded

Lbena T-Michael 

I’ve never seen a dream as clear as you appear, 

but my vision has been blurry I fear.

My senses are untrustworthy 

just like your words -

that my rebellious ears love to observe. 

With each word, however, my brain favours distance

to avoid the troubles of our coexistence.

I just wish we could live in this bubble forever - 

but I’m aware you would suffocate and die. 

But I’m aware I’d be left with your corpse to bury - 

like the love I still have for you inside.

How am I meant to tackle each day when it feels like the other way around?

And how are you meant to reciprocate my love if reciprocals are all to be found?

I’ll never know what you think. 

Speak now or hold your peace -

though I’m not sure I hold mine. 

Perhaps what I seek 

is no longer unique 

to the experience of you and I.