This is not a love story.
This is magic.
Because when I close my eyes I suddenly stand next to him.
I can stare at his lovely face.
I can taste his gloomy lips.
I can totally feel him.
Until I wake up and wish my dream was real.
My pillow is full of my tears again.
I sleep and have exactly the same dream.
I wake up and he is really lying next to me.
The time has come again.
He had to leave.
I am looking forward to use my magic trick again.
‘Till I see him in my real world.
Poetry written by Moshi Kyr
for International Poetry Day
21st of March, 2016