Thoughts

Am I Crazy?
I see you,
but youre gone.
Gone.
I feel you,
but the warmth is frozen.
I hear you
but the whisper is slurred.
Am I just imagining?
A world in which you still belong,
a utopia comprised of unrealized dreams.
The dreams I control, not the fates.
Not this reality,
Unkind, undeserving.
Youre gone to ashes,
smoldering through the skies,
billowing smoke, clouds of ambiguity,
assemble to resemble you.
Delusions, illusionsconfusion.
Though youre gone.
Gone.
I see you