Cherished Illusion

The white lies I spoke, dear

Were only a ruse

To arouse your ire.

Your aloofness

often made me wonder

if you really cared about me.

I still dig your memories

unaware of the fact

if I was loved in return.

I have preserved carefully

an image of you

which is not real, but spurs on life.

Inspired by Weekly Writing Prompt at Secretkeeper

Painting by Drew Young,