Treasure Island

Ninette Gumanda


You Were Here Once


What happened to those days?
When I could hear the sound of your voice
Your laughter.
I saw you smile. I stared into your eyes
You were here once, so close, yet so far.
In that land of dreams
It wasn't just a dream, was it?
I let those days slip off my hands
I held you once.
In my dreams
Why did I have to wake?
Now I battle with myself every night.
Trying to dream, the same dream.
Trying to enter the gates to the land where you exist
I stretched out my arms, but I couldn't reach.
It all slips away. The gates won't open
Are you still there? Waiting?
I miss you. Do you miss me?
You were here once, not long ago.
No, you never were. Not here.
Not with me.
But In that land.
That land of dreams
But you were here once

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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