Just a thought...
I don’t think you missed me exactly,
So much as what I represented.
You miss how I made you feel;
In that illusory place, you made us work.
You thought us happy. We floated in that space for years.
Years we lived in a mirage,
Convincing ourselves that this was a good thing.
We had created a lie, lived a lie, loved a lie.
That illusion had become greater than the truth;
But truth will prevail.
And while it took time and space to see,
We do indeed see…