• semmy32 23w


    Grabbing on to illusions,
    Slowly fading shadows,
    A mirage appearing and fading as I draw near.

    Grasping thin air,
    Struggling to store up air in a jar,
    Oh what a futile attempt.

    Then I met you, my constant,
    Then I felt the sinking sand underneath my feet washing away to reveal solid ground.

    Finally I can stand.
    Finally my shadows have taken a shape,
    And that shape is YOU.

    My constant one. My lover.

    ┬ęsemmy32 / July 2018