When I think of you

When I think of you, I can no longer remember if you were really there.

Is it true we laughed together?

Is it true we walked in the sunshine?

Did we ever share those endless notes?

Did we ever spend those meals talking into the night?

When I think of you, I no longer see your face. All I am met by is a wall of grief.

Were you just some vivid part of my dreams? Or did I really love you once?

When I think of you, I wonder how I ever let myself think this would last forever.

How did I never question you? Never doubt you?

But most of all, when I think of you, I hope this will be a nightmare I can wake from.

That when I open my eyes, you will be there with me. That you never really left.