your existence still bends to me into a question mark. were you even real to begin with? when you love someone too much every sunset ends with a smile and every sunrise starts with a goodbye. but the pillow is always there to hold us when we can’t make things right with each other. your memory is another breath i take and your smile another light i see. i wish i could have more you and less rain but the sky is crying so loudly blinding my tears. the difference between you and dreams is a thin line i can’t define. i still see you between red and blue. i still see you between shadows and lights. i still see you between music and silence. i still see you between books and reality. i still see you but were you even real to begin with?