apparently
you're gone.
In a way that you've left no remains.
I was holding on to
a concept
an ill timed joke
like sand
it slips
right through
my fist

My knuckles turn white
with sincerity
and I ponder the rain
that hits me
like a million kisses
did you stand under this rain
did you dance
did you think of our embrace

I'm letting you free

but first
I have to destroy
everything
myself
your memory
and any left over belief

we were
but we are not

a beautiful concept
that can't live on

and it is foolish
to clutch on to
dreams that are gone