Playing Along

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

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