a world that you’ll search for,
a world you’ll never find.
There is no need for yearning,
for it is not a place,
it’s a world you can’t go to,
it does not take up space.
It exists as a concept,
like an old fairy tale,
it’s a world where your memories
stay and never grow stale.
Like her soft rhythmic laughter,
or when you two were outside,
or when just thinking of her,
when you laughed, when you cried.
Her voice now grows muffled
as each day passes by,
and suddenly you can’t remember
the shade and color of her eyes.
There’s a world with these memories
a world where they’ll never crack,
a world that is perfect,
a world where she loved you back.