I found this, this piece of you. This piece that would forever haunt my cranium. I’ll never lose sight of it. Yet, It’s almost as if you’ve never existed. I’d ask the people we’d associate with, nothing. I’d ask the community we were involved with, nothing. They say as if it were just me.
Am I crazy?
Maybe I’ve imagined you in hopes to complete my half empty, cherry red lipstick stained glass. Hopeless I am as I fall pity to another. Still looking onto the piece that once represented your love. Cigarette barely lit, I puff, tormenting my lungs in hopes to mask my heart. I drink to wash the sorrows away, yet it’s only giving me false pride.
Maybe it was just my imagination.