Hey Me

Steve Goldenfort

Ever since way back, when I was small.
I had dreams of a woman, I knew not at all.

 

Try as I might, to catch a glimpse of her face.
The moment I awaken, all I saw would erase.

 

Every single night, as I arrive in my dreams.
She would show me that reality is not as it seems.

 

Her presence is not part of time and of space.
Outside of my dreams, I can find not a trace.

 

I look very closely at all those I meet.
Even the people, I pass on the street.

 

Hoping to see her, or that she’ll find me.
Recognizing we make up, two parts of the three.

 

I see now that I am just farther along.
Waiting for her, to put words to my song.

 

Looking at time back from here to the past.
She’s always with me, like a shadow I cast.

 

Stop worrying about things, that you know to be true.
The secret behind why, we are split up in two.

  • Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2024 14:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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