Leave Me

Day 4, and we're still going strong! Here's a piece about an actual thing that happened to me-- in my usual style, of course.

Leave Me


Is this a dream?


Oh, please let it be but a figment of my imagination.

Please, let this be a movie scene.

I don’t want to be the main character.

Why am I here alone?

To be left in an open field, to be left on my own.

Please, let it be a mistake, I’ll say.

I am left here, though it feels all too cliche.

Should I hope for recognition? Will anyone know?

I will lie here, invisible to your eyes. I’ve already done so.

Please, see my eyes close, when my retinas meet the midday sun.

Oh, let it be a dream. 

Let me drift away to awake upon the plush overtones of home.

Ah, but I couldn’t! Some sense of hope remained still!

From where, I know not! It was so much I could not remain!


I did return, though, with expected absence of fanfare.

I’d climbed back up, alone. 

Not a thing had changed. I’d thought nothing of it.

Ah, to be so naive, it was but a dream.

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