T h e r e ‘s a p l a c e
between seeing and dreaming,
a boundary in reality where

longing and wanting swim.
Maybe it’s the light playing
tricks on me or maybe it’s just
my fleeting thoughts that
project things on a lazy gaze.
I know I’m not supposed to see
a ghost or a soul dancing in
colours, but when you appear
with a smile, my heart starts
aching because it misses home.

*As requested by @samu_kcc for #bemymuse no. 50

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