Parallel Realities

Your ghost,
The one that haunts me,
is timid like you;
He holds my hand at night,
from under the bed;
From over the sheets,
he watches me;
Walks inside my shadow,
always beside me;
And when I feel lonely,
he points and shows me;
Through the tears I can see,
a world awash with gleaming new realities,
where you and I stand united.

And then I think, maybe we already are…

© soulreserve 2015

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