Why should I long for you
if I can never have you
if I can never meet you
when you don't know that I even exist?
Why keep pretending
that hope can never die
that after the night
always comes another day
that even in the deserts
it sometimes rains?
Nevertheless,
even the bitter loves
impossible ones
unreachable ones
heart-warming ones
the ones that tighten our stomaches
and leaves your mouth dry
because the thirst doesn't quench,
they too

make you dream.

October 2, 2017