just a second.

I have these moments, these fleeting passing thoughts of a prospect. A conceptual us. My mind exhales into a wand of a forgotten language that made so much sense to us in a harsh reality. A harsh reminder of distance, of dissatisfied eyes, of what we aspired to be despite these glances....
And then the pieced together vision grows to a glossy,variegated orb. And reflected in it I can see that conceptual us, a pair created from the depths of my colorful imagination. And through the imaginary reflection I can see my self smiling almost at my ingenuity because I think I'm clever, but upon inspection it's a regretful and wistful smile, of lost memories, lost languages, and lost laughter. And then I catch sight of my own watery eyes, and they grow wide with realization of how far my separate reality has carried me away from the here and now, and *~POP~*.

We are no more. The cold frostbite of present nips at my heels, nose and toes. I put the bubble wand away, close the lid on the soap of illusionary hope, and walk away a bit heavier than I had been a fleeting second ago.