Illusions of Shadowed Dreams                              

                    

The Balcony

Waiting for you,
Dreading you.
Afraid you will see
My heart pounding
At a touch.
Wanting to look
To catch your gaze
But almost tangible
Thoughts float past,
Eyes brimming.
Emotions too fragile
To be spoken
Almost broken,
That day on the balcony, overlooking
My world
Our world...Ultimately
Your world, and
I am
Just a tagalong,
Only a passenger
Dreading each stop,
For fear 
It will be the last.

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