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  
to find comfort in you  
my real world swaying listlessly  
to a nocturn in crescendo  
you don't exist  
i find comfort in knowing
one day  
neither will i
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
Published | Edited 30th Nov 2023
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