You
You are a thought
A slowly dying glimpse
Of what could never be
And in the end, I will realize
You were never there
I will stand alone
Stand aghast
Staring at where you weren't
A fading cheshire cat grin
Imprinted in my mind
It isn't easy (it never was)
To believe in something
Not real
Like finding out who santa wasn't
(But then I still got gifts)
In the end I will be
Lost. Wandering.
With all these counterfeit thoughts
Riddled in my head
You are one of them
You are gone
It is gone
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