Becoming as cold
As the depths of the abyss
Teetering on the edge
Of the precipice
...
I knew him, before I met him. Had dreams of him for as long as I can remember. Conversations, smiles, anger, hurts and moments; frozen in a dream. Constantly moving forward. Not a recurring dream. One that progressed; different places, different times, different lives even.
It's all jumbled. Moments feeling like de javú. But knowing that I've dreamed of those words before. Knowing exactly when I'll hear from him, like a whisper in the breeze. Feeling his essence, like rain. Hearing his voice like a record.
...
Twilight
Day and night
Seemingly, one or the other
Sometimes sweet
Other times another
Times we're perfection
Other instances stranger
Ever so close
Yet so far, together
Day or night
Really doesn't matter
Accepting the whole
As one and other
Day, night
Blending together