“i pretend like i’m sane
but i’ll never tell a stranger
that i’m in love with a thought
a thought so beautiful yet painful
because whenever i have it
i realise its intangible nature
its existence only possible within my head
and unknown elsewhere
almost like a dream but more like
memories of a time that never happened
grand yet so undignified
seemingly absent but always present
lingering at the back of my mind
is the thought of you”