Only You

it begins like a

Stephen King novel,

a little here,

a little there,

snowballing,

steamrolling,

gaining momentum,

over in the blink

of an eye;

life imitating art?

right where I belong,

pretending it doesn’t matter,

just one more,

down the hallway

and out the door;

you come in a dream,

unexplained,

unexpected;

uninvited;

I run,

I hide,

but it does

no good;

resistance is futile;

this madness floats

like a feather,

without limits,

without direction,

following unknown tracks,

searching for lost dreams,

hiding inside forgotten

cracks;

the way back is closed,

there is only the road ahead,

there is only You.

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