Letter to myself

Even if, real and replied
there is now future to rely on.
Even if, you mean what I dreamt,
there is no goal to reach for.
Even if, here and now,
there will be distance soon enough.
Even if, dreaming stops,
imagination did not make the conversation.

Even if, not replied but real, the truth will hurt.
Even if, the words are all misunderstood; by the eye of a dream;
by the mistaken trust of my heart; the truth will hurt.

Even if, I know there is no future.
Even if, I know this is just the beginning of a goodbye.
Even if, I believe a lie.

Even then, try to remember.
Feelings show, to let them go.

C.

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