Paramnesiac

In my heart.

On my mind.

The you I wish you were.

How many years

can fantasies live?

They need special feeding, you know.

Obsessions

Confessions

Expressions

of something

good as gold,

but not as bright;

something

that isn't love.

We crossed a line

(double-crossed)

played the game

at any cost,

ignored the signs

and miners' birds.

They're here to sing, not die.

Our minds are now oceans apart.
(older, hopefully wiser)

The illusions of youth

weren't yours to give

or mine to keep,

and so I did my best
to give them up.

But even after 
the fuss and fury,
the vows broken,
and promises whispered
in empty rooms,
the you I wish you were 

still lives on my heart

and in my mind.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.