If You Were Cleaver

If you were real I would see you
stand by my side,
I would hear your voice,
in the depths of the night.

I would not feel alone
crying for times past,
of days when you were not gone,
of love to long last.

And if you were real
my heart would be full,
I would sleep with custom dreams,
my soul to you would pull.

But alas I fear you are but a tale,
made tall inside my mind,
yet, I know your every detail.

I feel I've nothing left,
but maybe a memory or two
this silence so defining
I wonder, was it ever really you.

Now, Come back to me,
is the song of my days,
my muse please return, I beg you
please do not betray.

For Friends that were once
should be friends again forever,
I surely expect too much,
naive and foolish,
you have been way to cleaver.....

Author Notes
Prompts "If You (Blank)
Replace the blank with a word or a phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem.

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