Not A Poem, Not Even A Real Thing Poem by Kanas Chan

"This is what poems are for:
Telling other people the things I can no longer tell you. "

I wonder if I ever exist in your poem?
you exist in mine.
just not as much as it used to.
like a summer daydreaming.
you woke up and it was all gone.
so you better wrote it down before the memory faded.

it was not supposed to mean anything for anyone.
Because it was never real.
It just look likea real thing, vividly.

After all, it was just a summer dream.