One morning you wake up,
And you’re told
That girl, that chirpy girl you used to go out with..
The one whose smile weakened your knees..
She never was.. she never will be.
Your imagination cooked her up
Your mind was narrating to
You, a story.
What if you were told..
The story’s no more..?
You’d never rested your head on her lap,
And those soft heartbeats, were your imagination too
You’d never walked, hand in hand
Down those streets
Or shared stories numerous
Or laughs aplenty
What if she were just a story..
What if the love was a lie..
What if, this story had settled itself in your heart?
And then, what if, one day
When you woke up,
You were told
That the story- the story you’d never understood,
Yet, the one you’d lived,
is no more..?