Fantasies are echoes of the things we wish were
Distant drums and melodies of days without you
They begin with smiles and ends with sighs
Your existence, a reminder the cool breeze brings
I hope the ground will be so generous as to envelope my being in your presence
Your existence is infuriating and your voice, piercing
Disdain is the thought when you call my name
Hope is a reminder when you walk away
I wish today mine and your existence will be a tale once heard
A tale of two who stood together momentarily
I walk away and spend my days in fantasies
Of you gone from the very presence of me
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