To the Half that Was

Were you there or real enough
when we wove stories together
wistful  conversations, hope so pure and bright
was the togetherness real enough for us
did it bind our hearts with a sacred vow
that we'd weather life's trials, somehow

Was it all the gentle whispers
the castle in the cloud visions
that assured us of a path straight and true
where our footprints would be imprinted
on the dirt, side by side and two by two
or was it a shadow of us chasing unicorns

Were You Real
or scattered figments of imagination
floating on a glass of champagne
bubbling up from the bottom
of a half-empty bottle
was any of it real at all


“I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.”
― Stephen King