I miss someone who doesn’t exist.
She is a figment of my imagination.
A phantom who constantly haunts me.
She is pieces of everything I’ve ever loved in other people.
I hear her in the lyrics of songs that break my heart..
Songs about missing me..
Loving me..
Wanting to be with me but knowing that I am just a figment of her imagination !!
I want you to miss me.
I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer.
I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs.
I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror.
I want you.
