Illusions

Illusions

Our stories are folded into layers in my head
I go around with a library of feelings in my heart
I pick happiness every time
Because of our enmity with sadness
Your deep blue eyes had a way of flushing my face with happiness

Any time I feel the harmattan breeze
I remember your ebony skin
How it felt like a blanket
The cold couldn’t penetrate your thick layer of flesh
The northern breeze had made you numb to the cold

Your giggle was very sharp
It had a way of shredding my gloominess to pieces
And warding off self-pity
Your heart was my safe
I always took joy from it

They say I am running short of sanity
Maybe there was a glitch in my memory
But I know you exist
You live in my dreams

Maybe someday our love would be more than an illusion