The “YOU” inside my head

The shadows still block the light

and yet  sunshine flickers through.

When I wash my car, even now,

I always think of you!

Why do my memories seem

like a valued work of art?

Why is it that yesterday

is still trapped inside my heart?

Am I just in love with the boy

that I wanted you to be,

even though today,

you are but a stranger now to me?

It makes me wonder if I was just in love

with the “you” inside my head,

just a figment of my imagination

a mere fantasy instead…

An escape from reality,

a place that I softly fall,

a love that I used to know

that meant the most of all?

Or was it ever really real,

that place I’d wander to…

The Neverland of make believe

where I thought that I’d find you?

Keri London

1977©