Sit back, relax, and
What if James was right?
I’m just a figment of his imagination.
All the hugs and kisses, the laughs and cries.
They would be for nothing since I’m not real.
Everything that we shared.
Even the secrets that we told.
My past memories would be fake.
All for nothing since I’m not real.
So then who am I?
Or better yet, what am I?
Are my feelings for James true?
Probably not since I’m not real.
He tells me our relationship is a disease
That’s eating him alive.
But I thought we were a perfect match?
No, since I’m not real.
James keeps telling me to go away.
But I don’t want to leave him.
He says we can’t be together
Because I’m not real.
“Please don’t do this to us,” I plea.
But he covers his ears as people stare.
For some reason they can’t see me.
Tears fall down my face.
I guess he was right, I am not real.
Life in the void is lonely and I think of James often. Well I think about him all the time since there’s nothing else for me to think about. All around me is piercing silence and darkness. The only thing I have are my memories of James and I that I cherish with all my heart.