& sometimes I think you're fictional.

And, sometimes,
I imagine  running
into you, accidentally,
at the local grocery.

"Oh god.."

In my head,
I'm looking at the ground,
like I sometimes do
when I'm thinking.

"What if?"

I run into you
in the hot tea aisle which
is funny because you always
laughed at my tea addiction.

"I'm sorry.."

I apologize and look up
only to see you standing there;
seeing you sends me stumbling
over a vast pile of memories.

"Do you remember?"

My shy smile slowly fades
when I see the blank
expression in your eyes,
like you don't know me.

"It's me.."

And, you know what,
maybe you really don't anymore
but that doesn't make
it hurt any less.

"Perhaps I made you up inside my head.."