Reality

Listless, I stare into the gloaming

lost in my thoughts

the cool breeze is a balm to my fevered body

and the drizzle, nectar for my parched soul

through the curtain of shimmering diamanté

I espy a solitary figure yonder

is it the one I have been waiting for,

the one who makes me feel alive

or just a will-o’-the- wisp

ephemeral and elusive

a beautiful but heartbreaking dream

that leaves shards of longing I bleed upon

with a sigh I go back inside

to my solitude and lonely reality.