The real question you have to ask yourself is, what if she does go away?
What if she was never there?
A figment of your imagination?
I think I dreamed about you on a winter morning
A hundred years ago, when I was younger,
Of a girl who was dreaming of me simultaneously.
I think I heard your voice whisper to me in the dark much later on,
When I was alone and desolate in that far-off cell.
I think many nights you wiped my tears away
When I begged for relief from myriad wounds.
I know you were always the other half of me.
It’s nice to finally meet you.
Please don’t go away.