As time goes on
you have taken some part in my mind.
thinking about you day to day
and making up scenarios of you and me.
from the dreams of us laughing together
to the times when I wrote pages about you.
the struggles that took place,
the fighting back and forth
of whether to stay or not.
I ended up staying,
but all that's left in the end is
the truth.
'we' never existed.
there was never an 'us'.
only a 'me'
debating whether to tell you
or not.
only me left to face
the harsh truth
of the wind blowing the leaves
in the empty place
where 'we' used to take place.
the empty bench by the water front
where you were supposed to hold me close.
started without you,
then the dream came along,
followed by more.
you were around.
your presence accompanied the dreams.
and now that's it's over and done
the dreams still remain.
