Wilderness Mirage Revisited In Time

In a puff of smoke
What then appeared to be real
Stood where real had been

Happy ending rushed
A stoicism stalled it
Though held deep within

What use are these dreams
If that's all they'll ever be?
I need something real

A town to call home
Lined with carefully paved roads
Where we've made the rules

Where we make the rules
With careful cobblestones laid
That lead to our door

A home to call ours
Not some slick simulation
Not some borrowed light

So smoke reminded
Lingering taste on my tongue
That we were not done

This {ha(d/s)}{is} just begun
Like throat cleared before speaking
All
(these years apart)
Done

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