I don’t know what’s real or not


I don’t know what’s real or not
I know it’s real
when you ate that orange with sheer delight
and licked your lips
when there’s a far-off tone to your voice
when I heard your breath during sunrise

It may be unreal
when you dissipate from thoughts like the shifting of sands
when you’re not who I want to hold hands with
as we stand dying
when I’m ok
with or without you

while I look back
and wonder if it was real or not

the sounds of you eating
the tingle in your voice
the whistle of your breath

neglected from my mind

the image of you eating
the whistle of your breath

in my thoughts

the sounds of you breathing remains

reminding me it was real

just maybe

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