I hold him in my arms,
Or at least I thought so.
This is as far as my imagination will take me.
But I still love him.
Why?
My large imagination has only taken me so far.
It has taken me to its far boundries.
But I can't help it.
I love him too much.
Why must this cursed world not believe in hope? Love maybe?
No.
But my love carries out further.
And I really hold him tight.
Not 'or at least I thought so.'
But real.
I sob to this day that i can't see him again.
At least not for now.