Trapped In The Margins

I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist.

But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips.

There are no words left

There’s nothing left to convey

I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day.

The anger has receded

My tears are good and dry.

My memories are weightless.

They float away and hide.

Yet something always lingers.

The thought of what could have been.