What lingers benath my mind,
what seems real is not,
what felt is but fake,
what sensed is about to break.

I wish I knew what I know not,
I wish I was there where you were not,
I wish there was time before delay,
I wish things were not astray.

Facts I cannot sense,
facts you do not spot,
facts leave our blinds,
facts turn into our minds.

I see now what I saw not,
a fact as clear as my thought.

I do not love, I do not live.