I long....
I long for all the things you said
I never promised you anything, never made plans
But you did.

You filled my head up
With those artificial pieces of memory never made
With all those erratic and untouchable fantasies
The ones I still see in my head, you know
The ones that are still part of what I want, of what I am
The same ones you seem to share not so subtly with another
When I always thought they were ours
Not perfect, not right now, not the most important by far
Not even real, but ours
Yours and mine
Together

As if that means anything to you