aftermath

one day you'll see me

and you'll ask me, —

"is it you?"

politely I'll reply to you, —

"no...I'm not..."

is the weird aftermath

of knowing you

only in my dreams

using the parade of feelings

with the cryptic parody

in the satire of life

for the creed of its games

one day I'll see you

and I will ask you, —

"where have you been?"

and you'll reply to me politely, —

"nowhere but in your dream"