oddities & obsessions

as if in a dream

I lost count of the days

one golden moment

became my world

when I slept

I dreamed of him

I touched his

cheek

and lost myself

I was stubborn

I should have gone

she said through her tears

I should have gone

forever

“We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.” 
― Daphne du Maurier

she was weeping

brokenhearted

bitter out of guilt

and

impatient for the dawn

my dearest love

my wounded spirit

save me

he woke in the darkness

scared that he was lost

with no stories to tell

of love, the songs of birds,

and softly colored worlds

dreams encroached

upon the waking world

the richness of a vanished world

let’s start over

You don’t believe me.

I believe you.

I always believe you.

You have my whole heart.

to love

to distraction

as she once dreamed

without regret

caught

in a 

hypnotic spell

reminiscent

of a 

secret dream

in a moment of distraction

she had disappeared

as suddenly as she’d appeared

blindsided by infatuation

their romance sped through winter

then, as the oleanders began to bloom

so too

the painful truths

I felt like I would

forget

that maybe

he was no saint

indulge in

romantic nostalgia

sweet girl

but remember to

believe in consequences