Imagination

It’s just my imagination.

Yet, all these imaginations,

are fragments of-

what used to be a masterpiece,

a symphony of it’s own.

A simple memory.

Maybe it was just a wait.

A simple interlude in this fairytale of ours

I wait for it to continue-

yet it never does.

Willing to trash this movie memory

but never working out.

I guess it won’t be forgotten.

And from there I drown deeper

into an ocean I call love.

Never again able to resurface,

No matter if you are gone?

You’ll still be held back

by me and only me.

It’s just my imagination.

Yet, all these imaginations

I knew once again-

that this reckless love?

will be a curse to forever live with.