They exist
They have to
They must
I know they do
I saw them
Clearly
I dug their bones out from underneath our feet
But they turned to dust
And now they feel the deserts
I swear they were real
They were as real to me as this paper and this pen
I think that statement destroys my credibility a bit
But I felt them
If I felt them once
Why don’t they come back?
Why don’t they exist anymore?
Why can’t I find them?
Some people say it’s because they never existed
I try not to believe what they say
But the days go on
And I become more susceptible to the heartless priest and vain churches
But I fight with all my soul
What if my soul doesn’t exist anymore either?
What if it never existed?
Could I stand that idea?
It still exists
I feel it that means something
Maybe they exist in me now
Because I feel them
Or remember them, at least
If I go deaf
And I scream
I wouldn’t hear it
But I would feel it
If I go blind
And I cry
I wouldn’t see the tears
But I would feel my moist cheeks
They are gone
I am numb
But at times
I feel them
Or I think I can feel them
And for me
That’s enough