maybe was

© Gila Nudes

singing to the sounds of the songs in my head
listening to the beat of the throbbing underneath
and when you really stop to listen
it all goes away
then the lack of missing finds it's place

i don't remember you
the way you smell 
dissipates far too quickly 
when I look away

but the sound of your voice still 
echoes in my dreams
the way you say you love me
and then you tell me that 
everything will be ok

I believe you 
even if you aren't real