Time And Reality Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Started off in a room full of people,
You and I made an escape to another world.
Laying in the grass staring at the majestic dark blue sky
Lit with silver sparkles that danced and a moon that seemed to pale in comparison to the rest of the galaxy we suddenly became a part of.
It was you and I experiencing a multitude of worlds in a matter of moments,
Weaving in and out of different dimensions.
Time and reality. Time and reality.
You kept repeating those words trying to make sense that such concepts have never made sense.
In all my life I've never felt more safe, more happy, than laying there with you - well as I usually do whenever I am with you.
Maybe time and reality doesn't make sense, doesn't exist
Yet you make life make sense, make me feel like I want to exist in this senseless place called the real world.
'Is there a real world or have we really created our own? '
I tell you that the real world is still here, but we are trying our best to create our own within it.
I want to tell you that if we could create our own world I would be happy for the rest of time, the infinite, eternity of a thousand lifetimes. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side.
It seemed to make sense right then in the night, and I wasn't worried about you leaving.
You had to leave. The inevitability of what we are and who will be, all we will become, was magnified.
I don't get to keep you for forever. I don't even get to keep you for now.
Like Isolde whispers to Tristan: all we have are fleeting moments that end too quickly.
After the sun came up and the fantasy washed away with the early morning storm,
After the short days that followed where I kept you close and you kept my heart and soul warm,
I was hit with the thought, those damn inevitable thoughts, that this may be the last time we ever get to be this way.
Yesterday may have been the last day I ever got to fool myself into thinking that I was not only yours, but that you…. Maybe you could be all mine.
I am so exhausted I tell you on the drive to the airport.
You think it's from being alone, but it's from being alone and knowing I can't have the only person I truly want.
You say not to worry, that when we run away to a foreign land we will have better luck with love.
And it takes everything in me not to say that's not what I meant. That those words make me feel sick. Because it rings true for you.
Someday, someone is going to discover the inexplicable and irreplaceable treasure that you are and you will finally have the one you want.
I'll still be there because you mean more to me than that. I need you no matter what role I play in your heart. Friendship is a tricky art and you are by far the most colourful, vibrant paint on my life canvas. It's so beautiful now that it could make any onlooker cry in the dreamy image and all the aching hope it evokes.
When we said goodbye and I watched you walk away, all I could do was think of how this could be the end of all I never wanted.
All I could think about was you and I back in our world we created Friday night and wonder why you were happy to leave behind everything and live in this place with just you and I, but in reality it's so easy for you to say goodbye. In reality I will never be able to explain to you just why I never want to be with anyone else.
Time and reality.
Time and reality.
It never made sense to me.