Here, But Not Really

To swim and not to reach

The contours of your shore

An eye in the coldness of the dark

It sees but not really.

To know and not to feel

 The fullness of your soul

 Just a droplet in a vast desert

It is there but not really.

To wait and not to see

The outcome of your years

Speck of dust in the wind

 It was there but not really.

 To die and not to love

The life that was given

Would be an empty ball pen writing

 You were there but not really.

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