I had a bad dream. There was a "you" amidst this slumber. I... Sent you letters Sent you emails Put you into literature and drawing Wrote songs, poems, proses Made you real in my head Imagined you smiling laughing replying talking to me Why have I done such a horrid thing to relive what is gone?
You aren't even real You aren't Real You are not Real
You exist beyond a meter or two Your smile exists beyond the present--now a past Your laugh exists outside my jokes and my stories Your reply is but silence of a chattering crowd in between us Our conversations are no where to be found.
Our worlds (once, united) are now once again far apart.
We do not coexist.
I was just dreaming. And now I have woken up. You are not real. You were never real.