Meadows radiated sunflowers that
played with our children in the field.
The rays of the sun,
glowed across your freckled cheeks.
Your eyes,
protecting our children,
while mines watched you.
You had me wrapped
around your ring finger.
You were invincible;
and blinding.
For every sunrise I watched
you wake next to me,
the sun never felt so close.
Your eyes were fire,
and your presence debilitating.
A weakness so great,
so prone to hallucination;
That our children weren't our children,
and the sun in your eye,
was that of the sky above you.
And you?
Nothing but a reality,
which I fantasized.
All while watching you.
A fixated presence,
somewhere I was a ghost.

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