Even if you try to hide, even if you disappear and never reappear, even if you are just a figment of my imagination, even if you are dead and no longer exist.
I can still see you, I can still feel your presence, I can still sense your emotions.
I wonder when I lost you, if you would eventually fade away into oblivion.
Even so, I'll smile and pretend nothing happened. I'll make up for it by writing about you, finding a way to bear the pain.
But I don't want to forget your voice, our silly conversations.
I've been lost in thought, going crazy holding onto these memories.
Even so, you remain frozen in time, forever young and beautiful, a memory that stands still.
