You

void of…

muse

I know it was an illusion
But an illusion “you” is better than no “you” at all

My mind was playing tricks on me

I see you in the splashes of raindrops
Falling on the silhouette, but the illusion of “you”
is better than no “you” at all

I ss you within the line of these blank pages
before I write

I remember the smell of your cinnamon perfume
and the cinnamon gum you chewed
and the cinnamon…….
Now I eat cinnamon rolls
to smile and remember you.