In my mind (me in your mind) AKA makes no sense

Genre: Poetry

In my mind, I am more than me
In your mind.
I am everything that we once were
And continue to be,
Not for me, but for you,
In your mind.

See, I’m very far,
What with me moving on,
But for you, in my mind,
I am still close.

I am the time we,
Somewhat absent mindedly,
Forgot to be safe but pulled out
And prayed.

I am, to you, the things that
We said that
Night we sat and smoked and smoked
Until we couldn’t stop and laughed
This and that,
We spitted and spat,
Kiss and pat.

I am for you, everywhere,
Slinking down every narrow vein
Of yours.

The time, of course, long gone,
But not for you, I think.
You think, about me, as home.
A bed, a dresser, a chair.

I’m sitting right here,
You’re sitting right there.
You see me, and hear me,
Look in the mirror: me.

And sigh.

I am everywhere to you.
You can’t forget me
Because you can’t have me
And you still want me.
And that hurts, see?

I am multi-purpose.
I am dust on surface.
I am page after page,
Fingers licking, corners crinkling.

I am your heart’s thoughts –
An ever-bending wire hanger.
I unlock doors, I dry tear-wet shirts.

In my mind, your mind, is full of me.
And it hurts. See?