No Longer

I am no longer the girl you dream about.

The girl you think about, or write about, or sing out loud about.

I do not fill your mind with day dreams of my cold skin on yours,

giving you chills in a way that makes you want to fill me with your warmth.

No, I am not the girl who's lips you wish to grace at the end of every day,

soft as petals they would fall onto yours.

But there is no home for me anymore in your head space.

However, lingering in the very back of your heart,

I am in at least one of those beats that sing in the 24 hours you live without me.

But that, I think, is how it is meant to be.