Sometimes I have to remind myself that it was real
I stare at your pictures and look in your eyes
Searching for a sign of falsity
Finding nothing but love
I need to believe that’s what it was
That it was something special
Something of five lifetimes
Something that left a mark on you
As it did me.
I drive by your house
Do you do the same?
Not sure what I’m hoping to find
But it isn’t there yet.
I wonder if you think of me
Am I a fond memory
Or a sad mistake?
Am I a reminder of when you could be who you are?
And do you miss those days?
Or have you found happiness in captivity?
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Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.