By S&M

Frantic fingers tap tables
as closed doors are opened
and those open are closed
Strangers walk in
without knocking
and my mind muses
who are these illusions?
My sight is incapable of searching
and my ears are incapable of hearing
Only my tongue can talk and touch
and see and smell but cannot breathe
and I'm wondering whether I'm awake
or just asleep and sleeping
or dead and dreaming
If I cease to live and am deceased
bury me at the bottom of the sand
of the beach where we used to meet
Free me to play in the past forever
and to skip to the house
by the seaside
and inside
the figure on the chair is you
and you know that the girl at the window is me