Only Your Imagination

I am the whisper
On the wind
Calling your name.
I am the power
Running through your veins.
I am a figment—
A manifestation—
Of your imagination
Of your dream,
I’m not your lover.
And I’m not your wife.
So why am I here?
Hiding in the shadows of your life.

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