Unsure

Everything I think I want is right in front of me

Just out of reach

Tempting, teasing and probably

Just and illusion

On the inside I feel caution; reservation

Afraid to reach out in front of me

I don't; I don't reach out

The fear never subsides

Hollow words spin around like a tornado

Catching me and sucking me into its core

Dizzy and worn out I fall, trying

To hold onto...

You aren't here; everything I know becomes

The absence of reality

And darkness falls heavy on my eyelids

Fading into the silence of the unsure

Your arms around me- just a fantasy

Warm and strong I remember, safe I felt

Just in the corner of my imagination, because

What is really real anyway?