Fades - Spoken Word

Spoken word... If you read it … read it aloud and with feeling....
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Intense thoughts of you wash over me like a spring rain.
Our reality is now just a faded ink stained parchment
crumpled up in the back corners of our lives
I clamor to the edge and toss in a penny or two sometimes
Just waiting for the soft thoughts of you to cover me
again...
Then the darkness of it all comes back to me
The lost possibilities and insecurities that infect us surround me
And “over the pond” becomes an ocean stretching out before us
Our worlds become as sunrise and sunset, forever circling
but never embracing.
I swallow that pill, with chilling side effects, that could ware off over time
Time.
The ever present example that my thoughts are forever
connected to yours and I sometimes wonder if it is an open circuit...

But that mystery will remain, for what is left of us may be
found someday...
Because I am told that parchment seldom fades.....