On Days like this

On days like this, I wonder

If  you ever tell you friends about me

On days like this, I ponder

If you stop and remember me in the mid-sentences like I still do

On days like this, I contemplate

If you feel the slight regret calling me a friend you 'had' rather than 'have'

On days like this, I try to remember

If I had forgotten the little things that I knew about you

On days like this,

When my thoughts turn to a depressing shade of grey,

I force myself to think

May be it was all a farce

May be it was all an illusion

May be I was in love with the idea of  you in my head

May be the real you would not have been as perfect

May be you were borne out of my need to have a fairy tale story to tell

May be you were nothing but a figment of my imagination