The Imagined Reality

Every second feels like a step is made
away from you (me).
So I look at you like a lover captured
in film –
in my mind (heart)
I want to remember
you (me)
always rushing to meet me (you)
halfway,
like the trees are showing you the way,
like every brick is a clue
to find me (you).
Until this picture fades,
…until a decision is made.

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Photo Credit: Hija Del Sol