Sunday Poetry

Dreaming...

How does it feel

to know you're not real.

Just an image, a face

trying to learn your place.

Do you know that

you fade in and out.

Afraid to stay too long

afraid to belong.

Like ice on the ground

you crack when you're down.

But you melt my heart

setting you apart.

Real or dreaming

I can never tell.

Would you be there

if I fell?

- K. Pettit

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