Behind the Front Door Volume 3, October, 2013. | Page 25

A lifetime in the chilly atmosphere of misconception.

And I knew what I would say the moment we met.

I practiced. Saw vignettes.

I thought it would happen.

But with mind over matter,

it all went awry.

All systems in breach,

No manual override.

I never thought the future would resemble a nuclear winter.

Barren landscapes,

Scorched earth.

I looked away.

I could sense the void between us yawning larger.

I got scared.

Froze.

Panicked.

I still waited for you though.

When you never showed, I left.

I don’t even know where or when you are.

Or if you simply, are.

I tried to conjure you,

But it never seemed right.

Even my imagination…

evaporated.

I know.

We’ll never meet,

And I won’t know what you look like,

hear the timber or soprano of your voice

I think of you.

Every. Day.

My sleep fades your unpredictable appearances in my mind,

beneath the surface,

deep under water.

I Waited a Long Time to Meet You

By Abstract Magdalene

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