And I wonder,
If like me
You spend endless nights thinking
If somewhere between your motions
Of seeing people
going places
smoking cigarettes
inhaling drugs
bitten by cold
I exist again
If in your wake
You hold the sheets tight
Or rather, my scent
suffocate yourself underneath  
So I am real again
If you try to erase me
because you wish I remained in your oblivion
Again
If you cry
and collect the tears
A currency for my return, again