why cry?

why cry when you realize after at least a month that you have made up your present reality based solely on the past and none of it actually exists in the real world?

why cry when the man you love is really just a song you've been quoting by one of your favorite artists (ella) and really, he's just a good guy you used to like?

why cry when you're still alone after conjuring up the lie of years that haven't yet come, filled with togetherness and love--not really yours cause love don't really live here?

no need to cry at all--just look in the mirror, inhale, and go to sleep.
when you wake up it'll still be reality, but it's easier to accept it with a fresh perspective on living and loving...

(based on a true story)