Goodbye

You were young, I was old, you were free, I was caged, you were light, I was dark.
Yin and yang, sun and moon, day and night, your heart and mine.
You made me feel things I thought weren't real, and what keeps running through my mind is; was all of it a dream?
Was it a high, or a low? Did I love you, or did I imagine you? Did it all matter? I'm alone again now.
I miss you. Or whatever fantasy that was you. I miss not circling the drain. I miss smiling.
Fantasies come back. People don't. Fantasies of people don't. You're gone for good, whatever you were.