Our souls intertwined
As if we’re prepared
We intertwined
As if we’re ready
Giving a piece of ourselves that neither cherished
Now you’re a figment of my imagination
As the memories resurface
The smile creeps in
The hope shines through
As if you’re not a figment of my imagination
I wonder?
Does it hurt?
Knowing you’re being deleted as each memory resurface
Knowing had you said something rather than nothing
A figment you would not be
As the ties are cut
The smile no longer creeps in
The tears no longer stream down
The hope no longer shines through
Do the memories hit you like they once hit me?
Do you see how something so small meant more than it seemed?
But then again
You are a figment of my imagination.
About the Creator
Dasia
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