Before you were you, you were ours.
The manifestation of a dream long forgotten.
An idea made tangible by the mistakes of another.
As you became whole we became particles placed in the background – shadows of those responsible for you – No longer actual but now theoretical and faded by the brightness, the newness, the wonder of one who was fresh and full of promise.
As quickly you scattered a dream made scarce by awakening. A shadow now quarantined to the distance – a ghost of another time.
And we drove on when you were lost. We pulled ahead with the now-mere idea of you in the rearview clambering to shield the disappointment and telling the lies of the broken
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.