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A love poem about what is seen through teary eyes.

Through the mist,
I saw another,
Only a glimpse,
Unlike any other,

A picture perfect,
Attempt at life,
A flawless world,
That I recite,

And through that mist,
That glimpse was you,
An image of,
What we could do,

Fog filling my path,
Of your beautiful eyes,
A light shaded blue,
Drowned out by these cries,

This is our last encounter,
Fictional at that,
I wish reality could take me,
To that last place that we sat,

And at that moment,
I had realized,
That this mist was my own tears,
These were my own sighs,

A thousand miles away,
Even longer it seems,
For now we shall never awake,
From this utopian dream,



Chris Reed