Imagination

Infatuated with you.

It’s the way your eyes shaped when you smiled.

Or the sound of our laughter togther.

I wanted to rush right into your life, run miles and miles, just to catch up to you.

You. You who I envisioned this life with.

But a vision would only be an imagination.

That i will carry with me as just that.

To my imaginary love this is for you.