by Juniper200
I.
500 miles after I left you
In that restaurant, my dear,
With only a dirty plate
And a crumpled napkin
To remember me by
I began to wonder
If you had been real
Or only a product of the indigestion.
II.
After you had lost your face
I dreamed you out of my life
Without even noticing your absence.
The only thing you left behind
Was a six-foot plot of anorexic air
Where, for a while, I saw your shadow.
III.
So we are five years
And a lifetime apart
And I still know nothing
But your name.
IV.
I imagine you, still back there,
Grasping at a ghost of me.