I torture myself with questions,
Of endless possibilities.
Is there another you,
In another life,
That loves another me?
Thinking of things that weren\'t,
That never were.
Images etching themselves
Across the heavens,
Of things that couldn\'t be.
I fantasize about fragments.
The softness of your skin,
Your smell, the corner of your smile.
Your touch, your taste.
Things that aren\'t reality.
I love you in my mind,
Trapped by obsession.
Darkest recesses come to light.
The never was.
Times gone, slipped from possession