A dream it was described as being.
Lived I a story.
Story which had me and you.
Story was true for me.
True as I lived everything.
Everything we shared together.
Together was for long.
Long was the connection between us.
Far was the distance between us.
Still I believed.
Believed in making it happen.
Happen into reality.
I was wrong others were right.
It wasn’t love.
It was just two hearts talking to each other.
Talking from far.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
© Rohit Shetty