The Last SupperA Poem by ElisaSomething was definitely off
I saw you yesterday
Or...did I...? I can't really explain what happened. You didn't really talk to me, and you left really early. It's probably my fault. I was acting pretty distant. I felt kinda sleepy as I played with my food, and didn't know what to say. Emptiness between us... What a foreign feeling! And here I am awake, one week later, with my thoughts just...floating. No. They're not swimming. They're being carried by the current, an inexplicable tide, a gentle breeze in morning fog, so thick that you lose yourself. So where am I now? I'm being consumed by this ridiculous need to prove myself to you, no, to entertain you no, to please you. I miss you. But that's pretty vague, isn't it? I'm turning over in an empty bed waiting for the chance to see you again. At least with you here, I can stare at you, as you stare past me, and run through my mind how much I love you. My fantasy can taste reality and my eyes can taste hope if you'll sit next to me for one more meal. © 2015 ElisaAuthor's Note
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