A Recurring Dream, by Riyan J

A Recurring Dream

To see is to feel,

Everything once more.

Every sad,

Every happy,

Every small,

Every large,

Every haunting,

Every trusting,

Moments,

And minutes,

Once again,

All over,

All alone.

To see is to live,

Once again.

He said, I want to love. She said, I don’t. He asked,

The sound of rain Muffled by laughter, Red liquid in glasses, Smoking and enjoying, A hint of ecstasy

Special days, have special meanings. Meanings which elude us. And are far from the grasp - Of the curious.

The pain I feel, Confusing. I can feel it, Coursing through. I can feel it.