Real Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Real



Maybe I was chasing
a day-dream
to realize things
for how they really were.

Blinded by
my fairy-tale-fantasizing
maybe there is no you;
it’s just me here.

I still spot your silhouette
the moonshine strengthens it,
but then I might not be seeing right
I lost track of what’s real.

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