The Sun Still Rises Poem by Stephenie VanCampJones

I am but your imagination,
a word, careless thought
visceral dilation.
Myth, magic, smoke screen
Mermaid in the sea,
a thought you saw-
gone, poof vanished.
Never quite tangible
built up in your mind
to sooth roughened edges
hard times dreamed up.
One too many drinks formed
the thought in your head,
One too many down and out
country songs when you
could take no more pain.
My voice, my touch-
late night talks,
walks through the park
our craft store sky,
all left up to your imagination.
Nothing to grasp, nothing to
hold onto in the middle of the night.
You cannot claim me as your own
yet you never really could
even when you wanted to.
Roll over tonight without me
yet again no surprise
but now your searing pain
is clearly absent
there is new light, new hope
all is well.
The sun also rises.