April Fox

I might be
a little bit drunk, but the fact remains
that he never was. 

It never was. 

I left this behind
the same way you leave behind
a pile of trash, bits of paper
Once upon a time it meant something and now
You wonder 
why the fuck you held on to it in the first place. 

Did you need it for a return? 
Proof that this thing existed?

Waiting on you, I know
you'll keep me warm

Melt me 
into nothing.