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The mind’s eye is a fantastic thing.
It can conjure all sorts of future memories
and bring back childhood’s past.

But sometimes the imagination is not enough.

Sometimes there is a prickling in your palm as it wants for a hand.
Sometimes there is a space in the chair beside you

and you stare at it,

waiting for a ghost to take shape,
for a friend to smile there,

and you might even expect a wave of contentment to come
when pretend purchases reality – for a time –
in exchange for a dream.

a sweet, sweet, dream.

 

But sometimes the imagination is not enough.

 

Sometimes you just want one REAL moment

again

a joke.
a smoke.
one cup-o-joe or a two-finger pour.
a band playing songs you’ve never heard
but you don’t care
‘cause it’s buying you one more minute of REAL
before the car starts and the day ends.

 

Sometimes the imagination is not enough…

…and you’re sick of building snowmen in summer.

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