The closer i get to you, the further away you move.
It seems as I approach you, you disappear.
The harder I trek, it doesn’t make a difference because you’re not real.
It’s funny how you appear to be just the thing I need to quench my thirst, yet you’re the most remote.
Though you run everytime I nearly catch you, when you reappear, my heart leaps.
Who knew a figment of my imagination could cause such hallucinations, such madness.
Having you is nothing but a chimera, a fabrication, an illusion..heartache.
Interesting how the days are long, hot, and treacherous.
But the nights are cold, bitter, lonely, an tedious..worse than the hottest midday.
You question how I can be so fixated on the notion of having you, simple really: Because I HAD you.
And furthermore Iexisted in your mind as well.
I’ve known your love, your passion, altruism, but perhaps it was just a dream, perhaps a mirage…