- and we ask ourselfs WHY View
by ashen_pianist on August 8, 2008 at 14:23:34 PDT
A figment of my imaginationI remember it well,
your smile,
your caress,
your tenderness.
The things you used tell me,
the words you used to say.
Then you went,
not to return,
and you became
... only a figment of my imagination.