Wait

This poem isn't based off a true story.

I'm lost within the mind.
The area is slowly fading.
As if it is the world that isn't real.
I walk among them.
The mist of people.
It is nothing but a haze.
Touch,
It isn't real.
All that is real are my memories,
My memories of him.
They are slowly becoming my reality my life.

I'm at the park sitting on the bench near a willow tree as it sways.
Saying something in a language I cannot recognize.
Everything, everyone is but a haze and yet this tree sways.
All I can think of is my memories,
Memories of him.
I look at my hand as it slowly fades into existence.
Does anything even matter?
As I put my hand away.
I cannot feel unless I'm with him.

Is this love?
It feels more like possession I cannot enjoy the swaying of a tree.
And yet something is wrong.
I walk around as if I'm mourning .
My heart aches.
My mind is swirling.
I cannot feel.
Unless I'm with him.
This isn't healthy, I wonder.
Either way I wait.
I wait for the day we will never part again.

Author's Note

I wanted to make a poem of getting lost into something and this is what came out of. Almost like going into a rabbit hole type feeling who knows. Hope you enjoy it.