Last night, you held my hand.
You talked to me about how
your life is going on right now.
You told me the days when I was
reachable to you was the happiest
days you ever had.

Am I distant now?
Did I ever leave your side?
Was I the one who disappeared
without saying why?
Am I not the one who waited
for a year for a text, a chat,
a reason to quiet my thoughts?

Anyway, you also sang to me,
it never fails to make me melt.
You really know that music
is the way to my heart.

But why is it that when you
sang my favorite song,
I felt my heart crumbling to pieces?
Maybe it's because my heart
knows it's not real, that everything
that's happening right now, everything
that has happened was just a
product of my lonely imagination.

You squeezed my hand so tight
and that's what you always do
when you are about to say goodbye
then you looked at me in the eyes
like you never want to let go.

But you did.
You did.
You did.

I only see you in my dreams,

*and maybe that's the best I will get.