My legs moved up and down
In an off beat rhythm that I could just barely feel
my heart beat
thump
thump
thump
my legs stopped
you were there, here in my living room
I was hallucinating
I could tell
You were smiling at me, that's how I knew
You don't smile at me any more
no
you don't look at me
you don't touch me
you don't love me
no, not anymore
But right now you did
You loved me
I felt sweat pour off in droves
I was sitting on my couch shaking
I could feel the familiar material scratch against my skin
But my eyes didn't see my living room
We were in a modern studio apartment, just like the one I’d always dreamed of living in
The light that poured through the window made you seem like you were glowing
you always did have a glow about you
then the scene began to burn
my focus zooming out
I was looking at a burning photograph of you of us
we were burning
I stood up frustrated, I’d always hated heavy handed metaphors
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