I Was Imaginary

A poem about those times when you want your emotions to have an extra edge of reality to them …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Send me adrift. Heart & Mind via photopin(license)

I want to see you,
I want to feel you.
In the here and now.
Screw the ever-after,
All that matters
Is this very moment.
And the pleasure
You make me feel.
For I was imaginary
Until you made me real.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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