What did I call you?
Was it My Love or My Life?
Somehow I don't remember it
just as I don't remember your face
not even your touch or your kisses
What was it I loved about you
The true You or the idea of you?
Maybe that love was a phantasm
whose fault was that, yours or mine?
hollows in our lives cry out to be filled
to be made whole and sane again
cementing those hollows is easy
just grab a handful of phantasies
lies if you will, and fill them out
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