sometimes i wonder if i made you up,
if somehow,
from my innermost thoughts,
you were spawned into existence.
the other part of me,
somewhere out there,
walking,
breathing,
thinking,
somehow knowing that i need you,
as if i called you,
from incohesive musings,
and untraceable cries.
in the womb i spoke,
and you heard,
responding instantly,
saying nonsense,
its impossible,
you are you,
and i am i.
but i heard the falter behind it,
as if an unborn child,
could comprehend anything,
nevertheless something so important.
but no matter,
because i found you again,
and i'll listen,
for something i haven't heard in a long time,
not since the cord was cut,
and **i became alone.