I called out
in the night
but you were
not there,
A phantom ghost
vanished into air.
Who do you love?
I know it's not me.
My instinct enlightens
this cold reality.
I tried to stand
under your tree,
hopelessly filling
her absence that she
left you pining for.
But i am not her
and can not
ever be free
from the knowledge
that it is her
that you long for
and not me.

01/18/2009

Author's Note: repost based on unreality's reality

Posted on 11/12/2009
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