Like I Never Exist

When I look back, I wonder what is real?
The arms I held, the feelings or the memories?
It seems like someone is living in my mind, so close yet so far away.
Do I really know him?
If I do, why am I feeling so strange, so unfamiliar with the face I used to know?

I was being thrown away, just like how he threw away the sea shell in his hand as soon as he discovered a new one, a more beautiful one.

I am totally out of his life, like I never exist...

Would he ever think of me when he is walking on the road that we used to walk together before?

Would he ever think of me when he passes by the restaurant that we love to go?

Would he ever wonder how am I, where am I at some nights before sleep?

Does he still remember chocolates is my all-time-favourite?

Would he remember my name?

...............


I never exist in his life, like he never does in mine.
It was all just a dream, my dream.
When I open my eyes every morning, and he is gone.
And I start everything all over again...
It's another brand new day.