Imagine more, pretend more,

Plan for a future that might not happen:

All things you told me, time and time again.

So I made up stories of things we’d never do,

Places we’ll no longer go, beaches our feet

Would never cover with tracks,

And feelings.

Feelings that we’d never feel, but we tired.

I did what you asked, I opened myself

To the risk of fate,

And then you left.