You're loved,

I know this,

Yet somehow,

I can't see it.

You're dead,

I've realized this,

Yet somehow,

I don't miss it.

You gone,

I wished this,

Yet somehow,

I regret it.

You're drained,

I see this,

Yet somehow,

I don't care about it.

Your mine,

I smile at this,

Yet somehow,

I think I imagined it.