NOT MY WORDS (I)

Sitting on the balcony, between ashes & raindrops,
No more illusions nor great expectations.
The poisoning repetition of a heart-shared song,
The thunder of memories that are not my own,
The agony of shedding no tears,
The whisper of a lullaby that doesn’t fit.
The silence

Remembering your words from a flat screen:
The taste of a past that wasn’t mine;
The scent of a life of meaningless fun;
The touch of a body that wasn’t there;
The misleading embrace of an empty soul.
How can I escape a reality
That didn’t exist?