Swallow
SWALLOW
The most quiet guy I’ve
ever met in my dream.
For I never told him but
he discovered me.
On gloomy days and
streets not so crowd.
I went out, I walked, and crossed the path.
We met while I at the
corner.
He stood as he’d been
waiting all along.
I think we spent the
whole time in silent.
I think I told him it was
my dream.
He might not familiar
with all these.
This gray world and
hidden darkness.
And he met me as if I belong here.
And he met me as if I belong here.
It might not scare him,
it might put him in danger.
He was smart.
He learned the labyrinth.
He learned the labyrinth.
Even he found my
weakness.
Feels like he went
through all my bookshelves.
Yet on this place, he
would never be safe.
My unconscious was
hunting him.
Swallow.
The word to describe how
he being taken.
He found how worried I
was.
Like, “The safest place
is get back where you belong.”
But I didn’t know how.
He stuck here because of
me.
“I think I found the way
out.”
He only touched my
shoulders.
He led me.
We end up in sport hall.
His idea to bring himself
back.
By bring his own
labyrinth.
“Wait here,” he said.
A black flipped chair I
sat.
On the wall, he knocking.
A slide-door made by
woods.
There must be another big
room.
Or might be just sport
cupboard.
He opened it.
“I see it,” he confident.
It was all just dark.
He went inside.
Swallow.
To endure without
retaliation.
As he knew the
consequences.
A nun, scary nun.
Stood right behind him.
He passed the shadow.
I was frightened.
He looked back to reach
me back.
He saw how I look.
He opened the wrong door.
It was the further door.
He was going to get out
from the place.
My hand tried to reach
him.
And the nun took him
away.
Our last sight of each
other.
We were victims of our
own dreams.
Took me a while to
realize.
It was really him.
And it was really me, for
him.
Like a bridge.
Or, a trip to one another's dream.
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