A Sense of Surreal

Is this real? You wonder as you scratch, surveying the scene with cursory eyes,

Is this really happening? And you see him sitting next to you, and your parents across,

And your brothers are in between, and you think

Is this real?

And your hands itch-itch-itch, to hold his hand, as he stutters and stumbles,

his mouth parsed with words, brain gearing for the right words in the right language

He’s trying.

And your heart soars, and it sings.

Can this be real? 

An easy grin fights its way up across your face,

Ears raising their tips up in the air,

And you feel a weightless light flow through you,

Maybe... this is real?

Your heart rattles and beats against the cage,

And your hands are clammy, and your mouth is dry,

And words echo alongside your sporadic heart beat;

Please, please, please-

 
Please, let this be real.