Deep beneath the abyss of my subconscious mind,
Is a place where you nightly reside
Showing me glimpses of possible futures,
How long must I endure this invigorating pleasure?
I told you those three magic words and you disappear,
Yet somehow I still keep wishing that you are here
Now I see that you have returned from hiding
Will I also be visible or will you still pretend I’m not existing
How can you stand there pretending not to care,
While you know you are the reason why my heart is in pain
I thought that we were comrades, can’t you at least say a word,
Or if you can’t, do me a favor end my suffering with your sword.
(C) Joan Miranda