You’re not real.
(were you ever?)
Simply a figment of my imagination.
Something and someone conjured
during a time of vulnerability.
Now and again
I remember pieces of tangible.
filled with words of desire
seeping through to saturate gentle, curious, tongues .
And, what of the olfactory moments –
heated, cologne whispered, skin
left on sheets – so long ago laundered.
Bringing back your non-existent ways.