I wish that you were real,
but I guess you're not.
So what does that leave me?
I should say nothing,
but then I would be lying.
You left me an universe of memories,
where every star, every planet,
every asteroid, every nebula,
are the oceans holding together
every single moment that we ever shared;
Every secret glance exchanged,
every unspoken promise made,
every form of contact tethering us to each other,
Which made me the person I am today.
Your essence now lives in me,
lives in the deep and dark corners of my heart,
and the lone and mourning trenches of my soul,
Craving to to relive the miracle of you.
You were the biggest chunk of my life,
the only real connection
I ever felt;
Except it wasn't.
It wasn't real, and neither were you.
But at the very same moment,
you were the closest thing to reality I ever had,
and ever wanted,
and ever truly lost;
So doesn't that make it real enough?
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These Unwinding Thoughts | Poetry
Poetry"Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." - Percy Bysshe Shelley
