Your books left behind as a reminder of your passion; reading.
And, I spent time building something that could not be built.
You showed me I’d counted on the illusion of my heart.
Yes, perhaps, it’s time to say goodbye my love.
These words you dared not want to hear.
For our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand.
For it would fall upon itself because we tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed.
It’s hard to distinguish whether the world we live in is a reality or delusion.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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