i miss a mirage

I miss her.
not who she really was,
but the mirage of her.

the hope and beauty that our
minds conceive.

I miss everyone.
the friends who have passed on.
I miss
what was, what was imagined.

I miss love.
even the fakery of love, the
false, the faux.
the imaginary love.

I miss
knowing, I miss not knowing.
I miss it all.

what I thought it was,
what it wasn't.

I miss what I wanted life
to be, but wasn't. romanticizing
wrongly so much.

I miss it all.
despite knowing it wasn't
true.

it wasn't true, and never
would be.

it's all the same
in the long run.

I miss who I wanted her to be.
but most of all
I miss you,
especially you,

that you can believe.