I'd like to think
you're out there
somewhere
dreaming of me too,
conjuring me in your head
like a birthday wish
or magic spell
and hoping someday
I'll be real.
But maybe you're not.
Maybe instead
you're going on with life
and meeting the next best thing
since you haven't met me
and she's good enough.
Maybe she isn't everything
you want or need
and you know
she might not ever be
who you thought
you'd end up with.
But then again
she's warm to your touch,
her hair smells nice
on your pillow,
her name fits
inside yours so easily,
and she's there
every day
the way I'm not.
I wonder if "there"
is even real.
How can it be
without me?
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