Delusion

I previously
sprinted my touches
across my heart's key
and someone trembled
with the purpose
clinging to my fingertips...
-deceitful-

Perhaps, I was
a future reader,
when hurricanes
betrayed the harvest.
For I was flaccid,
thus I imprinted
his caring sentiments
in rows at the break
of the clearest days;
hurt poured.

He was,
a figure lifter
when frames were
soaked in dust.
A portion of fantasy,
so I unlocked the keys
that night to watch him
fainting away.

When the mist swayed
infront of my sight,
he was gone,
like he was never there
-Delusion-

by: Rania Moallem