Each Existence

Actually it feels more like a haunting than mere dreams.

Signs that signify her odd presence.

Numbers on clocks,

addresses even on the sides of trucks.

No connection displays a more spiritual one.

I'm not weird, or different. Can I control this?

I have continued to live. I'm alive.

So is my love, but the slow cracking of my heart has proved to mean nothing more than a few sad hours,

a strong sense of loss and a tear hear and there.

Strength has nothing to do with it.

I have fallen. I have been tired. I have lost my smile and found it days later.

Even as I write this I am weak. But I continue to write.

I continue to move. Passion, will, determination, excitement.

I have fallen in love with the future. I only like the present.

The past does not exist.