The Lens Of Hindsight Poem by Sean McCoy

Looking through the lens of hindsight
were the emotions real?
did they exist?

Were you real?
did you exist?

Were you
A flesh and blood Human Being
in my arms?
A manic construct
of a fevered mind?
A misfired synaptic response
to external stimuli?

Were you real?
did you exist?

Sometimes I swear I can
still taste your flesh on my lips
still feel your breath on my neck
still know your body in my arms

Were you real?
did you exist?

Were the emotions real?
did they exist?
Looking through the lens of hindsight.