For User Does Not Exist

The thought that you would never be hard to find blinded my senses, leaving me raw to the truth that you could be.

For *User Does Not Exist*.

At one point

you did.

At one point

your laughs were the only

thing warming my dim heart,

and if I knew love then,

I would have loved you.

I knew you only for a while

but I think I knew you well

I knew your favorite color

and the way you looked

when you were

nervous, especially

when I said your name

and your lips would

twitch and look at me

but now that memory has faded,

and gray, dull like my

poor, poor heart, because

at one point you

did exist, I know.

You changed me,

something in me at

least. If this isn't 

love, then why did my

heart fall because

you don't exist?

I hope this finds

you well, and if it doesn't

I hope it finds you in 

some way at all. 

Though I know you must be

dead, because if not

you'd be here

your lip twitching

as I uttered your name,

as I said *User Does Not Exist*.

Author's Note

https://voca.ro/14uP3jw0Ojcm

I feel like I could have presented this better, but this is just to speak on how on the Internet, once a person is gone from the Internet, they are dead, or how simple it is to ignore someone who loved you, how simple it is to be in love one day and disappear the next.