false you

you had eyes like a homecoming  
that i find myself    
living in the wake of  
   
i never got to know you really  
so my brain filled in the gaps  
untruth sutures  
a fiction mixed with snippets of you  
i know what your favorite color is  
what your friends are like  
how you take your coffee  
   
but i know none of these things  
   
and i know that i am wrong    

i'm a nocturn in crescendo    
   

you don't exist  
   

one day    
   
neither will i