I am real

Once upon a time I was real, I was here, standing right in front of you- eyes focused, ears fixed, expression poised, posture hunched, hands resting at the sides, fingers touching the fabric of my jeans.

I was real. I was here. Right in front of you, you see. 

But who can tell you that I'm gone? 

My fingers may not be caressing my jeans, my hands may not be resting at my sides, my posture may not be hunched so awkwardly soaking up every word you mutter as I seek you out intently

I am here, don't you see? 

I am next to every word you mutter, every expression you pour, every stance you bear, every touch you graze.

You don't hear me, no. You don't feel me, no. You don't notice me, no. You don't think of me always, no. You may not forget me, no. 

But but but you see,

I am here. 

With you. 

Soon we will be real, we will be here, standing right in front of each other, eyes focused, ears fixed, expression poised, posture hunched, hands resting at the sides, fingers touching the fabric of my jeans. 

Soon. 

But but but you see,

I am real.

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That Other Dimension 
-Suz