Silence hangs in the air,
sullen and sulking; he's there.
She thought he was real,
but the mathematics on her part were wrong.
And he fell in lonely steps behind her,
an imagination gone sososo wrong it felt right,
And he fell.
And together they came to realize neither were real;
nothing was real anymore.
But somewhere imagination still existed,
still stood so tall it was devastating.
And so was he.
He the figment of her imagination;
yet how can he be,
when she isn't real?