When these thoughts end, I shall be happy by HobbyWriter, literature
Literature
When these thoughts end, I shall be happy
Me and You. Never truly Us. Right? It was You and Me, trying. Me and You together. A warm flame. The wrong kind. A spark of familiarity. Not of Chemistry. Not that drive. Not that fuel. Never truly. In the end, You saw it. I did not. Maybe I was blind; maybe by feelings, maybe by choice. Thank You, for telling me. Like a dearest Friend. Maybe that was all we were. And all we could ever hope to be in the end. Never a Structure built by Us, merely by and Idea of Us. An Idea. An Image. Never but a Picture fitted snuggly into the mind’s frame. You said: ‘No more. There is nothing here, sadly, truly. There is no Us. There never was…’ And I said, blindly: ‘But perhaps there is.’ A blind fool, that is what I was. I see that now But You stood still, adamant. And You were right. I see that, now. And I agree. There never was an Us. Never could have been. A neat, sweet thought. But no place in reality, it turned out. For now, I’ll need time. Time to see that thoughts of