Imaginings.

What's new?
Yet another dream of You pervades my consciousness.
As we lived across each other, I ran to Your door and wrapped my arms around You. You followed suit and smiled. Just then, He beckoned me to return, albeit in evident fury. Reluctantly, I backed away from You. There was a glint in Your eye. Whispering that You would be home in the afternoon on Saturday, You told me to sneak out from my abode to huddle in Yours.

Come Saturday, I elbowed my way through the crowd at a bustling interchange. It was 7pm. Flustered, I rang up your residence. Despite repeated attempts at contacting You, You did not answer the phone for You had already left. I was too late.

The flurried vexation gave a much-needed jolt back to reality.Tears … they deluge my heart like the rain — Emily Brontë