Playing Along – A Poem

It was her most pri­vate belief
That I did not exist
Actu­al­ly I was to her
An imag­i­nary friend
A ghost­ly lover
Crys­tal name­less­nessc

She thinks she made me
From pieces of noth­ings
From the non-exis­tent sub­stances
Of nobod­ies
From the spaces that only exist
In dream­scape

She would kiss my absences
Like emo­tions rain on the lost sacred
She would treat me emp­ty dish­es
Cups with fic­tion­al tea
That chil­dren sip
At their doll par­ties

And I am, who can touch myself
With her pres­ence
Just play­ing along
Like the oth­er two tires
In a two-wheeled dri­ve
Just play­ing along

For I know the mis­ery
Of not hav­ing a silent friend
A van­ish­ing lover
A jok­er who is not allowed to cry
I know the absence of things
I know the fears she can­not dis­close