Everything lingers on
but I don't think you do, so much
anymore.
Perhaps because, all
that I saw of you
wasn't really you
at all.
Don't worry I'm not about to bawl
at the idea of this trick,
for you might be slick but
it was I who chose to stick
this
illusion
this
idea
to your frame.
How could you be to blame?

And so you linger,
but not actively,
not aggressively,
nor painfully anymore.
And she who saw what
she thought she saw which
cannot be seen anymore,
has emitted the last snore,
of this dream of the scene with
you in.

It's time for a new reality to begin.