I could just turn off the television or shut my eyes.
You wouldn't exist for me, then.
I could just turn down the volume and not here your cries.
You wouldn't affect me, then.
I could pretend that you don’t exist in my life
And have you described as an interest.
Healthy or not, I still owe you much.
My heart and mind could still be yours.
You live in my veins when I write or sing.
With all the love and inspiration that you bring.
I could go crazy and others would wish me dead.
Although, a wise, similarly unreal man said “Of course this is
happening in your head,
But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
